He lifted me near off my feet and I felt several vertebra pop. He lowered me back onto my feet, but he didn’t release my wrists. Instead he pulled t...em back around his neck as he lowered his head beside my shoulder. He whispered, “Hold your hands here and don’t let go.”I entwined my fingers never questioning why I was doing this with this man. He lowered one of his hands to the soap dish and grabbed the bar. With the other he slid his fingers down the side of my body down to my hip.I felt his. He looked into my eyes searchingly, his hand resting on my cheek. My brow wrinkled as I watched him, growing worried. He smiled apologetically and smoothed my brow with his fingers. ‘Sorry, love,’ he murmured. I kept watching him expectantly and he let out a small sigh. ‘Your friend – Ian?’ I tilted my head questioningly. ‘What about Ian?’ ‘He…well, what is it between you?’ he asked quietly. ‘Between us?’ I repeated. ‘We’re co-workers, friends.’ My confusion grew, he knew who Ian was. ‘Why?’. The other source of his discomfort, however, was a little bit more difficult to place. Glancing back from the window he took a sip from his coffee, the sweet milky latte bringing strength to his tired frame as he looked across the small table as the muscled blonde woman opposite him, a black americano with a shot of caramel held in one hand, stared back, her gaze radiating a discomfort that matched his own. Neither of them had quite believed it when, after she was finished pounding his ass into. I need to make sure we didn’t take anything that he could come back on us about. Sue, the guy was a real jerk but I’m pretty sure he won’t be bothering her anymore. I just want to make sure it’s her stuff. We took a lot more than was on her list.’ ‘She’s in the house gathering up the things she brought with her to take them over to the house. Dan and I are also coming over to help unload and get the rooms ready for Chrissy and the kids. Where’s Milton? Didn’t he go with you?’ ‘Yea, but he met a.