She could tell the unmistakable signs of appreciation of her shapely figure.He licked his dry lips. He was wearing his pressed jeans and black shirt (...t seemed he always wore a black, cowboy style shirt) and his Stetson. And his pointed cowboy boots.He was holding a thick lasso."What are your plans for today, Mrs. Reynolds?" he asked.But before she had time to answer her he told her, "I'd like to give you a tour of the ranch. It's a pretty place, and I think you'll enjoy it."He didn't give her. I apologized and we quit. When I slumped down in a corner seat of the restaurant, I did not even remember one game we played.She stared at me over her juice. "Peekaboo time again?" she asked. "Hiding from the world the gross injuries that have been done to you? How long will it take this time, honey?"My eyes burned. I cursed under my breath the pathetic silliness of it all. "I should see a shrink," I said.She chuckled. "From where this sudden insight?" she asked.The wounded flash of my eyes. " He stepped away for a moment and when he returned, offered, "The Captain says he will have the pumps up in a couple of minutes. The Captain has also invited both of you for a tour of his ship as the pumps might take a couple of days to drain the cavern."After taking our things to the main house and a leisurely lunch, Antonia stated she wanted to look at the tunnel. The walk over there was easy enough though I did notice she slowed down after we entered the warehouse with the tunnel entrance.. 'Stop it, ' she thought. 'Stop it and think of how much you love him and how much he loves you. I know, I know but I can't, I can't."That was too much for her and she started to cry. She stifled her sobs in her pillow but they were painful, gut-wrenching sobs. Finally she fell asleep but not for long: just three hours. She had dreamed again in the last few moments of a man pinioning her against a wall, his hand over her mouth almost suffocating her and driving relentlessly into her. She.