My grandfather and father both liked early American history.”“Davy Crockett and Jim Bridger?” Millie asked.I was somewhat surprised. Most people...know the name Davy Crockett, but not that many have ever heard of Jim Bridger.“And wasn’t one of the original signers of the Declaration of Independence a Thomas Lynch, Jr., from South Carolina?” she added.Now I was way beyond surprised. No one had ever asked that question before.“Yes,” I agreed, “we are direct descendants of Thomas Lynch, Jr.”“My. But I tell ya what. If you’re a good girl,” he said, tapping her nose playfully, “then we’ll do just that when we get home after lunch. Deal?”Kissing his lips sweetly, she responded, “Deal. But I’m holding you to it.”“I thought you just did… hold me to it,” he shot back.Slapping him with her pillow, she rolled out of bed. “I’m going to take a shower you little smartass.”Entirely pleased with himself, Mike reached into his nightstand drawer, pulling out his iPad mini. After a few minutes of. " He finished.She opened her eyes and he handed her a dozen long-stemmed roses in a fancy vase. Mel was shocked. Tears began to fill her eyes, which she quickly hid behind the flowers as she pulled them to her nose and inhaled their fragrance. She cleared her throat to submerge the strong emotions that constricted it."You really do want to get laid this weekend, don't you?" she said as she desperately tried to hide her real emotions.Sean turned beet-red. "I just got ... Mel, I thought women. " I gasped out again. "I deleted all the accounts. You'll have to rebuild the machine to regain access."Now he was getting pissed. I didn't care. I could tell him the whole story. There was nothing any one could do now."The router's sending them to my laptop computer, which is transmitting them via a satellite modem to Lincoln's security agency. They've been receiving them for the last, oh, twenty minutes or so. It's all over."Then I played up the beating again, holding my chest like I had.