But his mere presence exerted some kind of planetary pull. It was like he was emanating gravity rays that were dragging me into his orbit. And frankly...the tingle and flutters he was setting off in my lower belly were embarrassing, since they were making me wet.It had nothing to do with how he looked, or anything about his external self. Our brains are electrical and perhaps that was what was behind the instant physical chemistry. It was like we were resonating on the same frequency. Or maybe it. The key planners of the pumpkin snatch were gathered around Steve and Marie's fireplace. They'd called in Bob Zaglinder to consult with them. They needed his political experience. The swamp had gotten deeper and uglier."Tell me, Bob," Steve asked. "What the hell was the point of having those old Russian suitcase nukes? We're aware that Stinson and Barnes sent teams to locate and recover them, and had them squirreled them away under guard. But what was the point? What the hell did he want with. “I was pretty drunk, but the conversation didn’t go like you’re implying.”Josh came back into the room, but it was immediately clear they were in the middle of something and he was not part of it.“Sorry. I’ll be out here.” With that, he backed away and closed the door.“Okay, then. Explain how he knew that.”“First off, he got me drunk, which if you recall, you got mad because I was supposed to stay sober so you could let loose during your Christmas party.” Lisa did remember that.“Second, that. She pondered over what crime that she could have committed. The knights refused to answer her question about her transgression against the King. She had done nothing, ever, in all of her life. She paid her taxes with her meager earnings. She struggled to understand. She wiped delicate hands across her tear-stained face. Her heart thumped as she arrived at the castle. Her breath caught in her throat, the large stone building was intimidating. She shuddered to think of her crime, and her.