The tremor he felt in her vibrated through him and he sighed, pulling back and smiling into her eyes. ‘Good?’ ‘Very good.’ She smiled, leaning...in for another. Douglas’ head swam with the touch of her body against his and he kissed her like the man he wanted to be: her beau. ‘Even better.’ When she came in for another, he stopped her with an armful of flowers. ‘No more. I’ll save the best for last.’ As he watched her, he was aware of a strange feeling pervading his body. He really felt like her. They’d all think that I was ripping them off by overcharging them for repairs. Nonetheless, they were all working their dream making money by doing what they loved to do and I was envious that they not only found what they loved to do but also that they made money doing it. Finally, it was when I approached the artist studio and saw all the paintings in the windows that I realized the kind of business that I could open. I could open a custom story store. I could write stories for people. At. Amanda laughed so I knew Dragon had sent it to her too. I reached to the dash, “Constable commander Myers.”It was a minute before he answered, “Marshal?”I smiled, “This is lieutenant Morpheus. I wanted to see if you had anymore information on the Profit’s Disciples.”“I thought sergeant Davis was in charge?”I looked at Amanda, “No. Sergeant Davis is only one marshal sent to help bring these men in.”“Well, as I told him the Disciples are rumored to be in the underground city. We only have gossip. I’m seeing a girl too.” “You are?” “Yes. Give me your glass.” I passed Sarah my half drunk wine and she looked at me, brushing my hair away from my eyes. Everything felt as if it was going in slow motion as she spoke and her voice seemed distant. The next thing I knew, I had closed my eyes and her soft lips were brushing mine. I opened my mouth instinctively, at the same time as I felt an intense tingling in several different areas of my body. It was such a gentle kiss. Her tongue seemed to.