Would it be all right to have all the girls in for Christmas Day again?" You bet."Mary managed a grin. "Are you sure it's good for him?" she asked Bec...a. "Fourteen pretty girls in close proximity might do awful things for his blood pressure."Becca chuckled. "He survived last year without any ill effects. We'll keep a cold, wet flannel handy to mop his brow though."Steven did a Becca. "Grrr!" he growled. Both girls laughed.They had just finished dinner when the telephone rang. It was Helen. The next morning was fresh and alive with the scents of autumn in the air. Entire trees, their branches, and piles of debris lay everywhere but the game trail was still discernable. They rode with the same deliberation yet finding companionship much easier to share. Porter felt more at ease with his choice to flee for the first time in many days.Gilly still treated Porter like a lover in private but on the trail, there was little privacy. In front of Alin she maintained a public façade that he. Even in public, we were lovers.Our meal was delicious. Avocado with prawns, followed by dressed crab, washed down with a light white wine and finished off with raspberry mousse and Irish coffee. By now it was getting dark outside, so we moved to a table in the main bar area. I ordered our drinks, taking them back to our table.“The barman’s rather tasty,” I said as I sat down“He certainly is. Would you go with him?”“I think I probably would normally, but today you and I are together.”Jacquie. Far too much like herself. Leaning back against the wall, she remembered her capture. So many months ago, or was it a year now? No, she was still 28 so it was still only months since she had been found in the outskirts of the village, her family, her friends, trying desperately to escape the Gaul. As part of a large group of travelling entertainers, she traversed the East and now the West amusing and shocking the various villages with their magic, her own famed fortune telling, and the.