"I whistled in a low tone, "Holy shit. What a small world. Wait, I thought that belonged to the Craven Family."Bree nodded, "That's my husband's name ...�� Troy Craven. I kept my maiden name, Wilson."After a moment I said, "Well, my offer still stands. Come home with me."She smiled, "OK, I will." She added, "And ... your wife is really all right with you bringing me home."I pulled my phone out of my pocket and showed her the exchange of text messages I'd had with Amber. Bree shook her head in. I can feel Angel’s heart racing. Cats must be able to sense the change in the weather—and its effect on people. She must know that the temperature is dropping outside and snow is falling and that this somehow makes the night more dangerous. But maybe that’s my heart that’s racing. I turn to the other side and pull the covers up, but Angel moves with me and moves up my body digs in under my chin. I’m going to have to stop thinking about Grace if I’m going to get any sleep tonight. But why did. . er —” I started to say by way of introductions.Mary pulled on my arm and interjected with a smile, “I’m Mary Jones, Mr Morgan, a good friend of Edgar’s.”I assume by her words that she was back to using her Middlesex English voice.“Call me Jack, please Mary, come on in both of you, it’s really cold out there. Close the door behind you, Ed, before I open up the sitting room and let the light out.”I waved Mary through ahead of me and closed the door behind us. It was pitch black behind the. Wait, I will help you.He took out a small bottle of liquor and asked me to drink. He made me gulp down the entire thing. It smelt bad and tasted yuck. But it gave me the kick, what he wanted it to be.He now lifted me by holding my waist and made me sit on his lap, facing him and started to smooch me. I could feel the taste of tobacco in his mouth. But the liquor was making me high and I soon held his face and started sucking his lips and tongue.His hands were roaming all over my body, feeling.