”“None taken,” I said. “She is isn’t she. You’re from close by?”“I am,” then he said, “How did you know?”“The rock that was th...re last year.”That drew a blank look.“At the mine.”“Ah, I’m from up the road ... at the B&B and cabins. Thought I’d bring me mates up and show ‘em some country. City trash, the lot.”“Think that’ll collapse on him?”Right off he knew what I was talking about. “If he gets too rambunctious it will.”“Might kill him?”“Life’s lessons are learned by the survivor. And here he. Far away from the usual touristy spots.”—Alain drove them into town, his apartment was close to the waterfront, they parked the car then walked down to an old building a couple of doors down from his apartment.Trish read the sign above the door. “La boîte de nuit, that's a nightclub, I thought you said it was a restaurant.”“It’s more of a club, almost a private club, as only the locals in this vicinity frequent it. It has really good food and I eat here several times a week.” Said Alain. “It. I justhope I understand his psyche now well enough to predict how hewill react if his male pride is put on the line." "You're kidding," Marie burbled as she finally understood. WhenJane only shook her head, the little French Canadian could onlylaugh. "Amazing. The only way to feminize him is to challengehim to prove his masculinity and then call upon his sense of malehonor. All right, then, what's the first step?" "I call Caro. I will need her help, but she needs to knowwhy first. We cannot. I got close to her without touching her. “I made it really clear,” I whispered. “I made the terms crystal clear. You agreed to them. I’ve helped you, I can tell. And you’ve helped me. But if you want to go back to fucking a failed quarterback, be my guest.” I didn’t care if she broke up with me then and there. If she screamed and me, pushed me out of her car and sped away. But she didn’t. Renee’s face was a fathom of freckles. Her skin looked rough but felt smooth. She looked her best when.