No, she would never have returned to his bed if that were the case. He knew that he would most likely never even speak to this woman again, let alone ...nvite her back into his bed. He quietly left the room and slid into his own bed after locking his bedroom door. He left early the next morning, before Claire woke. He left instructions with his staff to treat her cordially, serve her breakfast if she wished and then get her out of there. He worked out of the less grand hotel that day, the one. She locked eyes with her sister for a moment, remembering some of the things they had done. We have Art now, but I love my sister, too. We need some time alone with him. Why am I so hot? It's all I can do to stop myself from unbuckling his pants right now. Is it because we almost died last night?"They should return for us soon," Art said, trying to discreetly adjust his cock in the jeans he had been given to wear. "Why don't we go back to the other room to wait for them?"None of them wanted to. You do get a discount if you pay by the year. We do that with ours."Instead of twenty, I counted out thirty and said, "Let me have a bigger account for right now. I may come down often for a while. My boss may even want to use a place down here."After watching the folks count money for a while, I asked, "Do we need to stay to watch them count?"Ben said, "No, they are wonderfully trustworthy, a great bank. You'll enjoy doing business with them. They were the ones who handled all the transactions. I slept in Friday morning. I needed it. I'd had a restless night, dreaming about my lost love ... or at least my lost wanna-be love. He had filled my dreams, unlike the night before. I put it down to a delayed reaction. After a light breakfast in the café across the road, I checked out and was on my way again.I pulled into our driveway just after one o'clock. Mom's car was parked in the carport, but Dad's was gone; obviously at work. Mom must have heard the car, because she was out of the door.