Jerri had stolen them from me, when I finally tracked him down, he was threatening to black mail me, so I killed him, figuring he had them hid in his ...ome somewhere. I tore that place apart, but as you now know he had them in a storage unit he never had listed anywhere. So what do you want from me to get them back?” “I guess we need to meet, and of course I have to ask, does dad know you have been cheating on him?”I heard her laugh, “Of course we need to meet. Where are you living now?” I think. This time, it’s more demanding, and Patrick tightens his grip on me. I look down, and see my shirt and tie bunched up in his fist. I am extremely turned-on but regain my composure. I politely inform him that he’s wrinkling my shirt, which gets me another slap, and an ultimatum. I stammer, but tell him it was because of traffic (Or was it??) Patrick yanks me out of the chair, and pulls me up close. I can feel my shirt collar digging into my neck, and the seams under my arms stretching. He. He was my best friend. He always had been, and I wanted nothing to do with messing that up. When we left the building the air hit both of us like a ton of bricks. It felt amazing outside, spring-like weather in the middle of the winter. Who could ask for anything better? He took my hand and lead me down the street, weaving the both of us in and out of the crowd of people that had been heading in our direction. However, the hand holding was short lived as we found the little cafe we often. Sure we loved each other more than being related accounted for, but that didn't mean we were destined to become lovers. You know how my usually clueless ass knew that? Elaine Cavanaugh, that's why. Our attraction was so strong toward one another that Helen Keller could see it. If I could restrain myself with Elaine, I could with Katrina."Relax and listen to me a minute, Trina, okay?" When she nodded I continued. "I love you, Sis, and I want you too. But I just don't think we can take it that.