“Really? That’s awful charitable. It’s like a two for one deal…”Under the table the blonde stopped.“Indeed. Let’s just shake on it.�... The innkeeper said missing the subtlety of his words.Marcos moved to take his hand but stopped. “Fine. I’ll also need a horse, tack, outdoor gear, her clothes, and perhaps some coin to get up to the area.”The men all paused then turned and looked at the seated merchant.He sagged and relented. “Fine, nothing fancy.”@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@Marcos stood out and. Mercifully it swung inward with only the barest of creaks. He had no time to stop and admire the profusion of flowers in the garden within; time was of the essence. Feeling along the castle wall, he counted 19 stones up and 40 stones over. Pressing hard, he heard more than felt, a section give way. Saints bless whichever old laird who'd constructed these secret passageways!Coming to the door at the end, he swung it open, and stood there staring across the room, his breath catching in his. He inserted the key into the lock and opened the box.Sifting through some insurance policies and the title to his father'sBMW, he found his Cook County Certificate of Live Birth, duly recordingthe entry of Jerome Parker into the world thirteen years earlier. Hisfather and mother were listed as Christopher and Kaitlynn Parker. Thatdidn't make any sense at all! Jerry knew that his father had taken hismother's maiden name after they were married, which although unusualwas hardly unheard of. It was. His hands lightly brush my nipples as he reaches for my face. The shock of the brief touch sends a wave of desire through me. I grind my body against his and he laughs, laughs knowing the power he holds over me. Laughs knowing I’m helpless to stop him. He traces the lines of my face with his finger, traces the path of his fingers with his kiss. My breath comes in gasps, I whisper his name. Putting his hands firm on my back, he smiles. His hands, moving leisurely, down, up, around. His hands,.