”“You explained how the sea anchor worked when we rigged it this afternoon,” Bink reminded. “Now I understand that it’s NOT just a way to pa...k the boat in the middle of the water so we can all pile onto the bed together.”“But that’s a good use for it,” Mandy tittered.So okay ... three watches, starting at 10 PM. It’s still raining, so first one’s mine – 10 to 1 AM. Bink gets 1 to 4 and Mandy gets 4 to seven.Which gets me two goodnight kisses before they slip below to sleep.I’m now alone in the. That seemed a most unlikely possibility. It probably was my imagination. She was rich, more mature… not just older, had a future mapped out for herself, and could have the pick of just about any man she wanted. So… why did I get the feeling there was something going on between us? I won’t deny that I was really looking forward to Thanksgiving. Just being able to be with her was good for my ego. What I wasn’t so sure of was what kind of reception I would get from her family. I didn’t want to. He'd participated in many an interrogation over the years, as either a witness or an investigator. He'd never been in the rack before, and he felt an awful dread at his position. Even the nightmare would be better than this. He must have been caught up in one of the deadly turf battles that kept the Borgia distracted between conquests; the fear that the sheep had turned on him had been misplaced. Not that it mattered, he was still doomed.The door to the cell opened, and a huge being entered the. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck. ‘Thank you so much for thinking of me.’ ‘You’re welcome.’ He smiled into her hair and folded her into his arms. ‘I love you, Lucy.’ ‘I love you, too,’ and she kissed him with a heartfelt grace. That night she wore the fabric to their bedroom, draped around her body like a sari. The creased fabric rode over her like ocean waves, encircling her hips, gliding diagonally over her chest and dropping in a graceful waterfall over one shoulder. ‘Like it?’ She.