He watched how her body moved and how the further she crept, the further the wetness between her thighs spread. She stopped at the window and he let t...e belt fall from his hand. “You like being my little pet, don’t you?” James crooned leaning down to stroke her back. “Crawling around as I watch your little pussy get wet for me?” He traced his fingers down her spine watching her flex and lean into his touch. He rested his hand on her ass cheek and gave her a slight squeeze. Then, he pulled his. He was now dangerously weak, swimming in and out of consciousness, sweating with fever one minute then racked with chills the next. They were all worried sick about him. Since their return the day before, Saint had not left Jacques bedside even for a moment. He’d eaten in that room and merely pulled a chair, slumping into it when Maggie begged him to rest. Tony, Bobbi, Raymond and Saint had been updated by Stephen and the rest about the happenings since they left. Philippe had married Selena. December 25 I finally got through shoveling all that mud from behind the beach house. I hosed it off and when I got done it looked almost normal again. I may have to scrub it with a brush. But I was exhausted–hot, sweaty, muddy. I went down to the water and stripped off my shorts, jumped in and let the ocean roll over me for a while. It felt wonderful. When I finally headed back in I saw that something had washed up on the shore. It was a wine bottle, a Cline Zinfandel 2002, with a cork still. “Miss Pilar, it’s been a pleasure.”“Rooster.” She smiled up at him. “Allow me to introduce our cousin Nick Coyle from New York. Nick, this is Rooster Bullworth-Stone from Houston.”“A pleasure.” Rooster held out his hand to shake. Nick was relieved to find his handshake firm, but not so firm as to pulp every bone in his hand. “My wife’s been at me to bring her to New York to see Hamilton forever.”“We were talking about going to see it soon too,” said Nick. “Maybe we should coordinate.”“I’d like.