‘Miss Simmons, perhaps you would care for a glass of dessert wine to accompany your cake?’ Bruce was holding a small bottle of a Portuguese Tawny ...ort before her. She sighed with a slight smile coming to her lips, oh well at least he wasn’t being pushy like so many others would be when they figured it out. ‘Only if you’re willing to split the bottle with me,’ as she gestured towards one of the empty chairs at the table and took a moment to sample the cake, thank the goddess for chocolate. Dark. I also noticed that he was hard."He's thinking about Lisa," I thoughtI put our glasses on the coffee table. and left him to enjoy his memories.I went into my bedroom, and straightened the covers that we'd rumpled earlier. My god, I'd needed that. A large part of me had been ... Not 'dead, ' exactly, but definitely not alive. Not like I was alive, now.I pulled off my blouse, and looked at it. The buttons had been scattered all around, but I thought, I'll just leave it the way it is. For the. Mom was staring at me, mouth hanging open, as if I were a creature she’d never seen. I almost might have preferred to let them think I’d just messed up and done something stupid, because I knew once I’d told them what Kevin had done, they were going to lose their shit. Ben reached over and squeezed my hand briefly, giving me the confidence I needed to go on. “I need to tell you about the person who did this to me. I need you to listen to everything before you interrupt, or I might not be. He's running alongside, pounding and yelling. It was funny as hell." I bet," the lieutenant eyed the other two men. "And you guys were..." Across the street. I'm Clayton and this is Special Agent Younger," one of them replied."ATF, FBI, all we're missing is DEA and we could have a real party," the older man observed dryly. "So what's your interest?" The guy's name showed up on some orders for methane hydrate," Agent Clayton explained. "Some big orders..." The hell is that?" Riley sipped his.