“Is your daughter promised to wed?”“She is not, my lord,” her father answered.Isetnofret’s heart raced.“Would you be pleased if I were to ...oin the suitors seeking her promise?” the young heir asked.Her father quickly answered, “Most pleased, my lord.”Dedumose turned toward her, and Isetnofret’s next indrawn breath was a shuddering one. He asked, “Would it please you, beautiful one?”“It would, my lord,” she answered, thankful that her voice sounded strong, and carried none of the nervousness. " It can't be any worse than the hell I lived for the past eight years. Don't even think about trying to put me in some shelter somewhere while you go off to save the world. I won't have it. We're either together all the way, or not at all." So it's all or nothing, huh?" Yep. That's the deal. Take it or leave it."The soft skin of her back was pressed against his chest, her hair falling over his arm as she leaned back to look at him. Her petal-soft hand was caressing his thigh just above his. I smacked her softly eight more times as fast as I could, causing Sally to start laughing, “Threefourfivesixseveneightnineten, Daddy.” Then Renee and Emily started laughing and jumped on me, telling me what a worthless disciplinarian I was and how much they loved me.“Thanks ladies. I try.”We got the house straightened. It’s pretty easy when there’s ten of you and everybody gives a shit about their living arrangements. Five of them didn’t even live there, but they considered it home and helped. Her Harry was instrumental in finally capturing the gang of East European scum that had snatched the girl from in front of her school right in broad daylight. The daughter was recovered alive but had suffered the fate of most young females taken as captives by such desperate men.The father was grateful enough to send a sizable donation to the widows and pension fund that was accepted without comment as the charitable organization was in dire need of capital to continue its good deeds. Martha.