Enjoy it for what it is, Lynne. Don't try to make it more than that. You'll just end up hurting both of you."Hey." Mike's voice was husky and low with...sleep. He stood smiling in the kitchen doorway, leaning one shoulder against the frame. He'd thrown on his briefs, and his hair was deliciously tousled."Hey." I walked over and slipped my arms around him, kissing the underside of his jaw. "Why aren't you asleep?"He tucked my hair behind my ear and kissed my temple. "I could ask you the same. That had been a last minute decision, one she half way regretted, and one that kept her aroused beyond belief… “Excuse me, Miss. Don’t suppose you can help us out? I think we’re lost…” Startled, she turned her attention to the light blue SUV that had slowed down alongside of her, wondering if this was it. The guy in the passenger seat had a quizzical expression on his face, his attention more on the map in his hand than on her. What a dope. No one used maps anymore. Hadn’t he ever heard of GPS?. He told them what Cock Cutter had done and what she had said. This was the beginning of the legend of Cock Cutter among the Yaqui. This man lived for three more years before finally taking his own life, but, before he died, he told every man who would listen the story of his adventure with Cock Cutter on that fateful day.This last Cock Cutter victim was enough to gain the wagon train over a week of peace. The journey was not any easier, except that they were not shot at several times a day by. ”We were interrupted by a car that stopped in front of the garage. Karen stepped out and picked up her shoulder bag which contained her new laptop. Then she noticed me, Marie - and Paul - standing by the door. She looked at me, and then at Marie, and finally at Paul. When she looked at Paul, recognition hit her. She stopped and turned back to the car before I could say a thing. I heard Marie curse in French, and then she pushed Paul at me.“Please, hold your son for a while, Greg.”Then she ran.