He ran all the way, only to find that he could not climb the pile of sand to reach her, every time he tried, the sand would just slip out from under h...m. He called to her, but she could not hear him, so he wrote a message and put it in a bottle, throwing it up to her. The bottle landed in her lap, and surprised, she opened it and read: I will catch you at the bottom. It didn’t have a name anywhere on it, but Bea knew it was from Chris. She quickly reread it for hidden meaning. She thought of. If only his pajamas would slip down a little further. Rick knows I enjoy watching, so the morning ritual has become a point of seduction between us. As he whisks the eggs, he’ll flex the muscles of his forearm. He’ll talk to me about baseball or the stock market, but he’ll speak slowly and use his husky, morning voice, the one that makes me press my thighs together and shiver. He’ll look over at me just before putting the egg mixture into the frying pan and say something funny. He won’t laugh. He appraised Mrs. Dolen’s mother’s old wedding ring last year.’ Pete chuckled. ‘Who would’a thought that old piece of jewelry would be worth twenty thousand dollars? Anyways, Mr. Johnson is a real smart guy. Came from New York and did a bunch of appraisin’ there so he’s got a lot of experience. I’m sure he can tell you where this thing’s been manufactured and maybe he can even tell you by whom.’ Gems made a face. ‘Bill told me never to come down again. I don’t wanna piss him off again cuz he. We need a good scout, plus it might keep a good piece of the men alive. Might also get ya some peace from a lot of the men trying ta kill ya." Jones told John. He was glad to get John out of town, damn but the man had killed a passel of men as it was now."Sure, been a scout before, what I lookin for?" John asked."Got our town here, don wan any uninvited guests. Lots 'o the time we get a stray lawman through here. We need to know, also ya are to go at least a day or more out. That way, ya can.