Speaking of Aidan, her most recent former boyfriend. She'd provided himwith her new track phone number. A mistake, apparently. Before shestopped count...ng, Aidan had sent her sixteen text messages and at leastas many voice mails since she left New Jersey two days ago. Each one ofthese messages angrier and more self-deprecating in content than the onebefore, alternating in a pattern as familiar and predictable as one ofthose mathematical curves she'd half-learned about in school.Yes, she was well. I just got a bit ... upset, that’s all, and I overreacted. My apologies, Mr. Martin. It won’t happen again. I promise you that. Lauren, please be reasonable! I’m trying to build our future for our family and all that!”Clearly, it had occurred to the lawyerly side of Lewis, Damien thought with amusement, that if divorced from him, Lauren could be required to testify against him in court. That, far more than any other reason, sexual, financial, romantic, or whatever, judging from the man’s panic,. " Yes your Excellency," Don Diego muttered in response, "I will see what can be done." You will do more than that man," Don Hugo growled forcefully. "It has been a week now since our man in Dom Roberto's villa has turned up dead outside our gates. The message there was clear to us that Dom Roberto knows that we spy on him. I cannot let that pass. I need intelligence and I need to know what Dom Roberto is plotting. You will find me another spy who can move about the villa undetected and you will. The weather was ideal for riding. At Alice’s suggestion, Lindsay dressed in the minimum amount of clothing that would keep her from being arrested should they pass a cop on their ride. That turned into Lindsay borrowing Alice’s tattered Daisy Duke shorts, and wearing a crop top without a bra. Alice’s boots fit Lindsay, too, so she was set for the ride.Alice helped attach the house trailer to Simon’s pickup truck, and then she rode in the cab with him the rest of the day. The route they followed.