After lunch, he'd promised, the weekend was for us. Perhaps the sound of the door closing behind him had woke me. The clock read a bit past twenty min...tes after eight, an hour past my weekday wake up time. My sleep would have been shallow. I thought I'd like to see him, in his pretty charcoal business suit, climb into his red sports car and pull out into the traffic.The air was cool on my skin as I leaned over his dresser to the window. The spot against the curb was empty. He couldn't have been. Beckwith sent Gus Yore and another five out to the Brookeville-Bladensburg crossroads where an old, run-down inn did business, mostly with smugglers. I heard him give both groups the same orders. "Don't stop the stage or farmers' wagons," he said, "but make sure they see you and explain what's going on. Tell 'em we're having an Arnold County trial. If a bunch of Redcoats or Provincial militia show up, challenge them, parley, slow 'em down if you can and send a rider to the courthouse to tell us. " But doesn't it feel so good?" I said, whispering in his ear. I licked his ear and nibbled it. I listened as he groaned. I kissed him again. "I want it. I want you. So bad, right now." I said as I stroked his chest. He grabbed my waist and looked down at me. He was a lot taller than me."I can't, Kayla, please don't do this to me," he told me, begging."C'mon, haven't you wanted to fuck me since you met me?" I whispered in his ear. I felt his boner through his pants. "I could help with that," I. I shrugged to try a pretend it was no big deal, but that was a long way from the truth. This was a very big deal. A very, very big deal.I took the key from the desk clerk and we went back to the car to unload our bags."You could have told me, you know," I said, trying not to sound too critical."Why ... and ruin my fun," she giggled. "You and Pam coexisted in one room. I'm sure you and I can do the same."My stomach was rippling in tension at that moment. Just what was going to happen in that.