“What a traitor,” he looked at his dog.“So can you tell me what were you thinking?” Aron asked, and now there was a small smile tugging at the...corners of his mouth.“Hmm, the fire truck was moving at a velocity of, I don’t know, 60-70 miles? And I thought that I had enough time to...”Aron sighed, interrupting him.“Allow me to do it. Let me make this easy for you.”The grip on his shoulders eased, and Aron cupped his face, caressing it slowly with the thumbs.“You love me,” Aron said with. "Not that I'm complaining."She smiled and picked up his hand, interlocking her fingers with his. His heart lurched."Just keep your eyes on the road, horn dog. It's my freshman skirt, and I've sort of outgrown it. But my other ones were ... in the laundry." Well thank God for dirty laundry!"She smoothed down the skirts' hem. "Even if it's not a real date, I thought giving Jimmy a little thrill is the least I can do to thank him for saving my ass."She surprised him by leaning against him. He. There was nothing much on the bodies of all the other attackers, but Zimboldt was carrying a gold mine of information.Two of the papers we found were nothing but a list of names. Could these be new recruits to the Brotherhood? We needed to find out. There was also a list of names, places, and dates stretching about 6 months into the future. Were these future meeting sites and dates? Again, we needed to find out. I was really disturbed because I knew a few of the names on the list. It made me. "Forgot my bag," she said, reaching for the gym bag by the door. "You don't want my stinky clothes smelling the place up. Night."And, with a wave, she was gone again.He actually trembled, so glad was he that he'd still been sitting down, and that she hadn't seen what he was doing. It was enough to cool his ardor. He knew he wouldn't get anything else done, though, if he stayed. So he locked up his office and got on his bike to ride home.It wasn't until he was letting himself into his house that.