"Wanda said, "Aren't we in Nevada? Somewhere near the infamous Area 51?" That's too famous and is north of Las Vegas, but I'm sure of where we are. Re...ember, we have a GPS, and we are a little farther east and south of Las Vegas."Lisa was trying to explain to Wanda, so she said, "The GPS showed us exactly where we were going and where we are now. We're in some restricted air space in northern Arizona. If you think about it, we didn't fly far enough for this to be New Mexico and too long for us. Redmond looked at Brian. "I am officially accusing you of dastardly deeds, boy. I'll be on time tonight." He left.As soon as the door closed, Mrs. yelled for us to come eat. She hummed as she served us and Brian and I kept grinning at each other. "So! You two look like you worked everything out last night." She sounded like she had a pretty good night herself."I hope so." Brian smiled at me."I guess." I conceded. "You still not my boyfriend." Why not?" Just cause."He rolled his eyes.. You were punishing some sort of machine with powerful thrusts from your arms that made your pecs and abs—hell, your entire body--flare into definition. You made it seem almost effortless; instead of sweat dripping from you, there was just a fine sheen that emphasized your body’s perfection. You were sooooo not my type, well, except for right this minute. I wanted to turn you into a salt lick and was pretty sure my tongue was hanging out of my mouth when you stopped pumping and asked, “Can I. "Much as I'd like bed, lover, I think I'd better eat first. If we make love, I'll be asleep until morning, and then hungry as hell when I wake up." She busied herself flipping through the catalog. "Tell me about Asia," she invited."Good. I've got mushrooms and wine, I'll make that German Hunter's Chicken with Spätzle, okay? You get some wine going."Lenore nodded, pulling the old clunky fridge open, and found the wine the Gunny had put in before he'd left. Balancing the catalog on the counter.