I still intend to write as much as I can. So I need to ask you to disturb me as little as possible. Got it?’ His face was long and drawn, now. ‘I ...nderstand, but what do you expect me to do with myself?’ Kat shrugged. ‘I’ve got quite a few books with me, you’re welcome to read them. I have paper and pens if you feel like writing. After that, you’ll have to use your imagination.’ Gabe nodded, looking dismal. He struck her as the jock-type, not much of a reader. ‘And the last point. Sleeping. ”I struggled swallowing. “Okay. There’s just, um, one problem.”“What’s that?”I shut my eyes and pinched my nose before taking a deep breath. This was going to sound bad. “I, um, don’t know where her clothes are.”There was a brief silence on the other side. Then Mark let out a low whistle. “So, you did sample the goods.”“No. No, I didn’t. I swear. I have no idea what happened.”“Uh-huh.” Mark burst out laughing. “Look, no judgment.”My embarrassment shifted into anger. “No, really. Listen to me. I. ?I promise mommy, you have my word. Scouts honor? ?I love you, you evil bitch.? I said smiling weekly. I was so tired. ?I love you too baby, come on I’ll walk you out.? Constance carried my bags and placed them in the car, where we stood and hugged in the early morning air. ?Call me when you get there darling. And please don’t worry.? Said Constance. ?I always worry when I’m away from you.? ?Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.? She said smiling, as I got in the car and started the. You didn't know, and I am grateful for the help." Brody was silent as Ryan leaned over the cart and began pulling the bags out. When she grabbed a chair to keep from falling, he shook his head at himself and stepped over. "Here, let me." He set the bags on the table, began taking out the contents. "Just tell me where they go," he said. "Look," Ryan said, shaking her head. "You don't have to do that, I can—" "I know." He gave her a breezy smile. "I just like making myself useful to attractive.