“Betty is working in a store at a mall selling leather coats. She’s a sales clerk. I’ve offered to make her a manager of one of my pizzerias sev...ral times, but she keeps refusing. I think she feels like I’m giving her charity. I’m not. She knows how to run a business. Maybe she just doesn’t want the responsibility anymore.“It has been a busy year for me. I don’t even know where to begin. The last time I visited your grave, I had three pizzerias in one city. Now, I’ve got twelve pizzerias in. "No, that's something else that you neglected telling me," he growled."Well, let me rectify that," she smiled sweetly at him before winding her arm up and throwing the apple at him as hard as she could. She smiled in satisfaction as he dropped to his knees when it hit him in the stomach. She walked over to him and placed her hand on his shoulder. "How's that for sharing?" she asked sarcastically before turning and leaving the room.Kat made it all the way to the stables before the tears of anger. He raised one of those fingers, that she knew could make her whimper with desire to his lips in a silencing motion. Before she even felt them press into hers, she knew those lips would sear into her very soul. She felt the flood of moisture develop under her charcoal skirt, soaking into the not-so-conservative bikini panties she’d selected. “I’ve got a meeting,” she begged. “I can’t.” He stepped around her desk, gathered her into his arms and put his lips across hers. As his tongue probed along. The second time I came here alone on your suggestion. Trying to feel your presence. But all I felt was the gaping hole where you should be next to me. I left here crying, missing you, and emotionally unstable. I don’t want this to be another place I go to alone. This place is special. Ours.The last time we came here was a dream. We had both had a hard time sleeping. We had been trying to give each other space. I tried so hard to push your love away, so the pain would stop. The pain of not.