”Sra. Martínez outdid herself with the local equivalent of huevos rancheros and something that looked and tasted like a mini breakfast burrito with...rice and beans and a double measure of jalapeño, along with her own surtido, a mix of sliced cauliflower and carrots in a powerful vinagrette. And coffee. Hot and strong and lots of it.Sated, the breakfast table a wreck and our stomachs content along with the other hungers we’d satisfied earlier, we looked at each other once more and smiled. And. I do mean big: he's 6'8" and over300 pounds, most of it muscle. He's extremely protective of Megan anddoesn't let her out of his sight unless he's sure she's going to besafe. He loves his little girl, she's a big girl now but he can't helpbut protect his angel from harm. She wants to help, but you're finewith just Brady talking with you. She has a way with kids that calmsthem, even if she's a little firecracker."Jessica gave them a signal to leave them for a while, then asked aseries of. John, Kyle and Carol dropped onto the Black leather couch, Carol, sandwiched between them. Ray and I slipped into the love seat at a right angle to the couch.I set my beer on the low coffee table that ran parallel to the couch. It was very heavy table for its size and it had a nautical look to it. It wasn't very big, about three feet long and twenty inches wide, made of dark wood, it wasn't pretty but I liked it.Carol was squirming between the two men on the couch. She had pulled her legs up. Judging by his gait, he was 6’2′, 237 lbs. Give or take an inch or pound. I placed my feet flat with the bed. Closer. Closer. Using the bed as a springboard, I push off and wrap my legs around his neck. Because of my movement, the handcuffs dig into my wrists slightly. I’m cutting off his circulation. His hands went to try to break the hold. My grasp was too strong. His face was turning red. If he wasn’t being strangled, he would’ve loved the view. ‘Where’s Grant?’ An ineffective attempt for a.