I stand there waiting, imagining what’s happening between you and Harry. You find a small office off the kitchen. There’s a desk there, and you le...n against it, lifting Harry’s grasping hands to your breasts. He’s about 40, but he acts like a little kid—too overexcited to have any technique. He squeezes your tits and tears at your halter. You help him, slipping the straps off your shoulders, letting the tiny garment fall, exposing your nipples at last. Harry’s beside himself. He’s never had. The Hollister girl may be safe, but now you’ve got a target on your back and a shortened lifespan. I’m going to make it a priority. Enjoy your last few days alive.”“By noon,” I reminded him curtly and cut the connection.Checking, Callie was still sound asleep. I wanted to take a run to burn off restless energy but couldn’t risk her waking up alone. Instead, I emptied the Mercedes of all arms and cleaned them, storing them back in the basement gun safe, my mind mulling over Lucas Smith’s. " Like her, I left the door open a bit and I hoped she would be watching. But her room was not in a direct line to look in like mine was. Still sometimes as the water splashed on my head I though I would hear something close in the hallway. It was during the middle of the summer that I moved into Mums bedroom. I had been busting my arse working on the stables. High winds had damaged the building and I had spent some long hours working on repairs. It was so hot. Mum had been helping as much as. I’m going to cook you your favorite dinner, so don’t take too long!” he started to walk toward the bathroom. I added, “And no touching yourself while you’re in the shower, understand?! He recovered enough to say, “Yes ma’am!”I cooked dinner, and again, the timing was great. As I was plating the food, Mike came out and sat at the table. I served us, pouring us both more wine. I am a good cook, and he obviously enjoyed the meal. I asked him how his workout had gone, how much he’d lifted, how many.