’ I decided that I needed to start thinking of the Norman Brice thing to do. If I couldn’t be tough enough, then I had to be smart enough. Either ...hat or plan on using my accident insurance often. After my adventure with the bike and the small town doctor, I decided I would give being smarter my best shot. Since there was going to be a chill in the air that night, according to the TV. Yes, before I left, I had satellite TV installed. Mostly it was for the news and weather, since the shows were. "I'm telling you to call her and get the information. Look, I'm going to be busy as hell all day Monday and Tuesday. I'm sure I'll be meeting with Tate and Ben over the contract. They'll want to set up an announcement, I'm certain. Maybe even an interview with one of the blogs. Then I have to go over their numbers for the feature to see how they equate to what we've been looking at. If you could attend to this, it would make my life much simpler. Will you do it?"Adam felt a little. I reached under the bed for my Bowie knife, and bounded into the living room wearing nothing but my boxers to find Laura crouched behind the couch like she was hiding from something. I turned and looked out the window, and saw where the noise originated. A large tree limb had broken, and crashed down in the yard, narrowly missing my truck. The limb must have made a tremendous snap when it broke, followed by the loud thud when it hit the ground. This was the noise that woke us. I set the knife. “Is he hard?” she asked with that cute little voice. Without bothering to check, I nodded and we both blushed. It didn’t take a rocket scientist, but I followed her gaze past her ass to the swell in Brad’s khaki shorts. She looked back to me with those dark mesmerizing eyes. Those plump luscious lips parting into a bright smile was a little captivating. Everything little thing she did turned me on. “Are you sure?” “I’m pretty sure. You’re so hot,” I said with a laugh and I realize I wasn’t.