“You know I love you, Lumière dear. I love you so much to see you suffer because of that”“Who says I am suffering, Nicolet?”“It’s that yo...u know I care about you. I want you to succeed in your project. But what if you fail?”“I won’t. I won’t fail. I know I won’t, I just feel it won’t fail”“But what if it does?”“I won’t. I won’t fail. I will go until the last energies of my life exist to push me, Nicolet”“I just don’t want you to suffer….”“Don’t worry. I am fine. We are in this together,. Barnett had called the sheriff and requested to see me first thing this morning at his home, and I said ok and hung up. I got dressed and told Karen that old man Barnett wanted to see me and was she alright. "Yes Bob, just go on and I'll see you later." and I blew her a kiss and left.I pulled up at Barnett's place and Alfred was waiting for me at the door and showed me to the study, "Mr. Barnett will be with you shortly, Sir," and I thanked him and he left as I looked around thinking that. He was so unbelievably sexy in a raw and barbaric sort of way, which was intensified by the tiny beads of sweat along his temple. I licked his face and he growled and bit my neck as he pulled me down to the floor. Fear gripped me on the way down when a sense of free falling came over me. I grabbed for his shirt and tore it on accident as I was trying to hold close to him. He looked down and smiled at the damage. He lifted up my skirt and dragged my panties off from me, “That’s a nice dress,” he. She wasn’t going to be able to bear it when he left. Perhaps she should ask him to stay, tell him she loved him. No, it’s too late, she thought. Simpson’s already making all the arrangements to return to England. I’ll be lucky to see him again this year, she thought, recalling how long he usually liked to stay in Liverpool before having to make another round trip, and he may not even come back to Williamsburg. The east coast was dotted with ports and his next cargo could be destined for any of.