I’m going to college next year for Christ sake.”“Watch your tongue young lady,” my mother snapped.“It’s still so fucking ridiculous.” �...Ava Marie,” my mother said silencing me, “you know damn well why we can’t let you stay alone, after the last time, you’ll be lucky if we let you go away to college next year.”“I fucking hate you,” I shouted and pounded up the stairs to my room.As I slammed the door to my room a movement in the corner caught my eye.“Grant, what do you think you’re doing?” I. . yesterday really happened. I didn’t dream it,” I asked rhetorically.“Nope, it was very real ... and very heartbreaking for me, but I’ll grow some scar tissue and move on with my life. But, yeah, you really landed one hell of a winner in that bride of yours. She’s cooking breakfast right now, a very British breakfast, complete with a proper English breakfast tea, served with milk, of course, toast with butter, orange marmalade, poached eggs, black pudding, fried mushrooms, bacon, and. Moving (at Hayley’s request) to the garden for a bikini shoot, Pete made sure that the front door was unlocked so that Siobhan could walk straight in without him needing to open it, and he quickly texted her to tell her so, before he and Hayley got started.The shoot began as normal, with Hayley wearing the bikini and slowly taking it off. The high fences on either side of Pete’s garden provided them with some degree of privacy, and because she stood next to the conservatory at the back of his. He sent her encouragement. She kept her monologue about shoes going, moving to her hosiery when she ran out of things to say about her shoes. If Bacon chanced on her mind, the surface thoughts would be decidedly uninteresting.Then Jake had a sobering thought. Bacon was going to come into Jake’s range, too. Did Jake have time to get away before the elevator got to the ground floor? He didn’t know for sure.Suddenly Bacon came in range. That kind of arrogance couldn’t belong to anyone else. Yes,.