It was easy to see what the problem was: every surface was mirror smooth, not something that would be easy to light in a way to get any definition. "W...w. I don't know. This is some pretty tough stuff." Could you do me a favor and maybe take one of those along and think about it?" Sure. I'll be real careful not to scratch it or drop it or anything. These look expensive."He chuckled, "Don't worry about it. Those are all rejects. We can't use them for anything—just think of them as big shiny paper. We fell back into conversation, and the entire time, his hand was a prisoner in my lap, between both of mine. I listened to everything he had to say about his job, his family, his friends, his childhood. Grant’s father had started the company that he worked for, and when he passed away, Grant’s mother took it over, handling the day to day business. His oldest brother designed the wells, and Grant and the rest of his brothers, four in all, handled the maintenance. I couldn’t get over how his. She smiled as she made sure his office door was still locked as she closed it.“Eventually we need to move off this couch,” Reina teased. But truth be told, she was quite content right here in Chad’s arms.“I don’t want to ever move again,” Chad teased back, drawing his arms even tighter around her.“Did you have fun, baby?” he asked, kissing the top of her head with a smile.“Nope. Hated it. I think we should do this more often until I start to like it,” she answered playfully.“So, sharing me with. I unfastened the hook and zip at the side of my equally destroyed trousers then lifted my bottom off the bed with my arms so that Philip could pull them down over my plaster cast and off. “These will be for the bin then,” he said. “The boot, yes,” I replied sadly, “But keep the trousers, they will be okay while I have this damned cast on.” “Oh, yes, of course. I didn’t think of that,” and he placed them on the chair. When he went to undo my bra, I stopped him. “It’s okay,” I said, “I will.