They were all hardcovers. Most of them were non-fiction biographies and WWII and Civil War histories. The rest were mysteries.She was looking at a fir...t edition Rex Stout, waiting for Bob to return with the coffee and cake, when he came up behind her and slid his arms around her. Nuzzling her neck he mumbled, "I have to be honest. I'm not really interested in coffee and cake right now."His kisses sent tingles all through her, making it difficult to return the book to the shelf. Once her hands. ” I just had to test out my reasoning, “Is that why the women seem too like me but I the other night I felt a certain smugness among them when you were forcing me to drink?” “I would hope not, but you may be right. There was one little gal here who I was thinking of purchasing before you landed in my life,” he shared with a twinge of regret. “Hey, if you want her, I’ll gladly take my leave. I have a family missing me and you can have your little tart.” He drove a stake into my heart with his. "No. This is not my homeland," he said. Then he turned toward her. "Though I guess, given the hospitality it has shown me, I could easily forget to leave this fine land."Nadia blushed richly and shyly looked toward the ground. Why am I acting as a girl at her first dance? she wondered. Had this man not already taken her twice and had she not given herself willingly to that?The afternoon passed at a calm and sedate rate, moving toward the evening with a dignified grace that spoke of a soothing. ”I looked at Sara and, after she nodded, said, “Rob’s away for the weekend. You two could use his room if you want. I can loan you some fresh sheets.”“Could we? That would be fantastic. Are you sure it’s okay?” they replied looking back and forth between Sara and me.“You’re a lifesaver Greg. Thanks,” said Tim excitedly.Tim put his arm around her shoulder as they walked towards the door that would take them down to Rob’s room in the basement.After they had closed the basement door I looked over.