’ He hooked his fingers into the sides of her pretty panties and pulled them down her thighs, raising her hips and sliding them off her legs. ‘Wit... all that happened after, you were traumatized. What kind of a cad would I be if I dragged you into my bed and fucked you into next month before you had had a bit of time to heal?’ She registered the fact that his hands had stopped moving, that she was naked, and that he was looking at her intently, waiting for her to answer him. She didn’t know what. Those feet paid a high price for their part in the events of that night but not nearly as high as the price Blake Benson paid.The story that emerged from all the investigations was that Vanessa’s father was solely responsible for that fire as he was the first time all those years ago. That first fire had seen the man convicted and sentenced accordingly. This fire, however, would see him sentenced to far a more secure prison cell than any human hands could ever build.What had finally taken Blake. "What else can I do? I can't just stand out here all night." Carter," she said, her tone more insistent. Grabbing at his arm, she gestured down the street. A group of trick-or-treaters was four houses down, coming from the front door and heading to the sidewalk fast. Carter froze, his angry gusto spent. "Shit." He false-started, looking around. "I guess back to that tree-" As he turned back around, a car was pulling up in front of the house next to where they'd been hiding. It was too close for. Beth said it was the booze, it had stolen her dad and taken over his body like a demon. But I knew it was because she looked so much like Carla, and Robert was still angry she had left him behind, alone to raise their daughter. He is a sorry bastard, Beth. Im so sorry you have to go through this shit. But your almost out. Just finnish this year and your good as free from him forever, baby! And you know I love you so your going to stay here tonight. Okay? I was sitting next to her and petting.