While changing planes at Dallas-Fort Worth International, Grady received the message on his PDA, as did Bud in Tyler. Bud then made plans to meet them...at Mesquite Airport with the Cessna 185. As he arrived at the Tyler Airport to do the pre-flight, he noticed that there were two Hispanic-looking men closing the cowling cover on the plane. He kept his distance, scouting through his binoculars when he saw a black SUV similar to the ones that had been lurking near the Olmstead Ranch pull up and. His attention- and hair- were viciously yanked from the dilemma. He was staring at a face that held no pity, no compassion. If Simon had half a second, he could probably have remembered who the man was, what syn he owned- and how to keep him happy.No time. He barely managed to steal a breath before the man shoved the already hard cock into his mouth.The boy choked, despite Henry's earlier assurance, but that didn't bother the man. He pulled out, still holding Simon by the hair, and said,"Go on. ’ ‘Secrets are my business, angel.’ She sipped daintily at the bourbon, trying not to wrinkle her nose. ‘If it wasn’t for your business, I wouldn’t have to be here.’ ‘My business is what pays the bills on this fancy house, doll.’ ‘Fancy indeed.’ She avoided looking around her again. ‘I don’t suppose you’ve been taking it easy like you should?’ ‘I’m not much for spending time in bed alone.’ Moe couldn’t say why he said something so callous. Maybe he was just a class-A jerk. Or maybe he didn’t. The only saving grace was Marie was quite good looking. She always batted her eyelashes and flirted with George to get out of things. It usually never worked but she always tried.George was pissed off that Marie hadn’t called to say she’d be late. She’d gone out with friends and wasn’t home yet. George was enjoying his evening with a good book and a bottle of wine. He glanced at his watch and was aware his stepdaughter hadn’t come home yet. He was going to give her a piece of his mind.