“No, no,” I explained, smiling at his easy humor, “it's our anniversary. Ben planned a ‘romantic getaway’ for the weekend.” I used air quo...es and rolled my eyes. It had been on my mind for two weeks. “I used to do that with Ellen, take her away.” He cocked his head. “Haven’t done it in quite a while.” He looked at me and I felt his eyes invite me into telling the rest of my story. “So you’re not looking forward to it?”And just like that, it spilled out.“It's not that I won’t enjoy a weekend. " Uh, thanks," Jordan Nicole said, accepting Johanson's hand as shestepped out of the car.'Oh god, she smells so nice,' was all Johanson could think while notreleasing Jordan's hand. . 'What is that perfume?' He then accompaniedJordan to the front door of the clinic, all the while still Jordan'shand.'We're holding hands! We're holding hands!' Jordan Nicole thought,frantically, looking down, and just praying that no one would see them.But Johanson seemed oblivious to Jordan's inner turmoil and. It bored her.But then HE called. The first time they met, here atthe club, he promised to help with her writing. Theyended up in bed. (And on the floor, the stairwell, theback seat, finally under a table in a restaurant withreally slow service anyway.) She hoped to repeat thatexperience more than she hoped for a writing lesson.On the other hand, he once said that if she wasn’twriting well, she wasn’t fucking well. That had pissedher off. She was a GREAT fuck. But now it just. Thereafter they were taken up the rock, to the hill-fort on its summit and here met Eochaid himself.He explained that he was preparing to ride to the aid of the High King, messages having been received that one of his own sons, Donald, was trying to unseat Constantine from his throne. He hoped he could intercede and avoid battle between them, bringing his warlike son to heel. Eochaid suggested that if they had matters to discuss with him that perhaps they should join him on his journey up into.