Her face fell back into downcast misery. “No,” she finished faintly.I sat down beside her, not entirely sure what to say. I decided to go with a m...re direct path. “You want to talk about it?”Nicole let out a long breath, which came almost out like a groan. “Oh, not much to talk about, you know. Just my parents are probably going to get divorced.”Her admission nearly floored me. I had assumed Nicole was upset from getting chewed out by her father over wreaking her car. Not that her parents’. “Thank you, Ben. Last night was the most wonderful, the most incredible love making session I have ever experienced in my entire life,” she coos as she combs her fingers through his hair.Here it comes, Ben thinks to himself. She's angry, but she is going to take the sarcasm approach instead of her usual angry remarks. He'd had every intention of making love to her when he got home, but the flight delays and the itinerary changes made him so tired. He was honestly relieved to find her sleeping. Sam Lester with the FBI." Yes," Bahn said, smiling in recognition and taking his hand to shake it. "We talked earlier today. Please have a seat."Lester took a chair and sat, smiling now at Kit."I'm sorry," Bahn quickly offered, "this is Kit Cassidy with the RCMP." A Mountie, eh?" Lester said to her, taking her offered hand and grasping it sideways for a moment before asking, "So where's your red coat?"She laughed. "I [I]do[/I] have one, but only for parades. I have the brown Stetson, that goes. My watch said it was just after one. I was hungry and thirsty.Rachael, face flushed and dripping with perspiration, set her helmet on the seat, ruffled her hair, and exclaimed, “I’m suffocating! Too hot!”Shrugging the backpack off, I watched in amazement as she tore her jacket off, bent and unlaced her boots, removing them along with her multicolored socks. She didn’t stop there. Her T-shirt came off revealing a thin cotton undershirt. She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down and off. Cute.