“She moved here from Seattle. They’ve been friends for years. She’s off limits.” Laughing at the bluntness Gabe was giving him, “Never any ...aith from either one of you. Here I was just asking a few questions.” “We’ve got faith in you, but you be the one to ask Sam about Hadley and see what kind of response she gives you. Your track record isn’t very admirable. This was a fair warning.” “Fair enough.” Marcus took another swig before venturing the topic that always made its way between the two. She no longer believes it about herself I hope, but it is still a sore point.I had a restless night. It wasn't the same as having Angel beside me; this other body was less fidgety. I eventually fell asleep about one-ish I think, but it wasn't a restful sleep. Something eventually annoyed me to wakefulness, a fly or something was crawling on my nose and I woke and opened my eyes just to stop it. Hairy bloody fly, or really some hair from the body I shared the bed with last night. "You know, you. Ignoring his aching heart, and knowing he couldn't do anything for her—at least until he'd managed to restore more of his strength—he continued, understanding the next sight would be much harder. He'd known that Ellen was gone before he'd slipped into the unknown; seeing his daughter, though, that would be tough having to face what he already knew had happened.For such a small trailer, it seemingly took forever to cross, but eventually he did, continually having to fight off his own gag reflex. I just don’t think I could have said it quite as eloquently as she put it but the suspense was doing my head in. Maybe we are now approaching our new normal.“Me too,” I reply, leaning into her a little and sliding my hand across her knee and onto her thigh.“On a scale of one to ten, what’s your wetness value?” I ask, smiling.“Ten wouldn’t come close,” she replies, “I have changed my knickers twice already, once before I left home to meet you and once in the station toilets.” She dips into her.