I snuck back into the hotel room I shared with Saxon without disturbing him.I should explain about Saxon, when we first arrived at the hotel I'd been ...eal worried when I found I was sharing with Saxon. If any of them was guaranteed to give me a woody problem, Saxon was the one. Saxon's a jock; he's only doing the archaeology course to pad out his sports scholarship. Unfortunately he's pretty loud about his opinion of gays and his tolerance of pretty boys (such as me) isn't much better.I've had. "Was that who I think it was?" asked Jim.She bit her lip as I filled her in on the conversation. When I wasfinished, she frowned and said, "My god, I can't believe what we'vegotten ourselves into. I'm betraying my own brother to some Mafiahood!" A tear leaked from her eye and ran down her cheek. I hated toadmit it, but I felt just as guilty as she did. They say that the roadto hell is paved with good intentions. If that was true, then we werewell on our way.I jumped when I heard a loud knock on. "Are you sure?" Mack asked her."Tempting but not tempting enough," Jenna said waving him to the door.As he moved towards the door, Jenna got the impression that Mack wanted to touch her. If he did she didn't know if she'd want to stop him."I'm betting that I'll be able to change your mind," Mack said as he passed her and headed out the door. "We'll take this up again another time."Jenna said nothing as she closed the door, leaning against the cold wood did nothing to cool down the heat she felt. Briefly, he wondered where Max would be hiding out during the storm. The Driscol girl had proven a difficult adversary, but she had yet to face Max's army when they were ready for her. The Sheriff had nothing but disdain for the mercenaries, but he had to admit that they were top notch killers. If she tried to resist, she was a goner.Well, she was a goner either way, he chuckled to himself. Mitch would not forgive the punch to the face. He only wished he could have seen the spectacle. If only.