Had he just put that there? Was he right outside her door?“You’ve handled this task well, Amaya. You’ve earned your reward.”He hung up. Amaya ...tood there in her room in a mess of emotions. Why had she agreed? She didn’t make any of the complaints or arguments that she had rehearsed so many times these past few weeks. It bugged her that she just gave in, but at the same time, there was no denying that thrill that was running through her. She felt sexy and alive again. Wesley was back, and he. Somehow.So it was that when Kyle came by the store with a form to be signed she paid little attention to it.“What is it?” she asked quietly so others would not hear.“Nothing for you to be concerned about, bitch,” he whispered. “Just sign it.”Against her better judgement she quickly put her signature on the document and he left.That evening as she fixed supper, Kyle walked in with several packages in his arms. He had splurged, buying new outfits for himself and the latest most expensive iPhone.. It was the sweetest kiss they had ever shared. Sam would not object to him dropping her to the floor and taking her right there in the dining room. She wanted him to. More than she’d wanted the kiss.“Can I ask you something?” Her breathing was labored and her heart beat erratic. “Chicago and Waco. It wasn’t just stress from the job, right? You really wanted me?”“I want to marry you, Sam Dunbar.” Carefully removing a black satin pouch from his jacket pocket--a box would have been too obvious--he. The mattress still smelled of mold, but at least the smell was dim enough that Gwen could ignore the smell as she sat down on the lumpy pad."So Gwen," Ben said as he sat down next to her and gave her a lopsided smile, "why did you want me to come here without changing into one of my alien forms? Normally I would have changed into one of my aliens and searched the area to make sure we had some privacy, but tonight we can't be sure because you told me not to change." I can take care of the.