‘Yer pop will get here or we’ll go find him. I’ll give you a lift into town after dinner. You’ll go on home tonight one way or another.’ ‘...Don’t…don’t you want me to stay?’ ‘What the hell for? This joint? You don’t like it any here, girl, and don’t go telling me different.’ ‘Not the place, no. Of course not,’ I said with a slightly teary laugh. ‘The food’s bad and the people aren’t friendly. Or too friendly. But that’s got nothing to do with *you*. It’s *you* I was meant to be with. Don’t you. She rubbed herself on my hard-on. "I wanna feels more of thish big prick!" We can do..." I started. Amy hopped off my lap and nearly fell over. " ... that." I caught her before she fell down. I helped her to her feet and we headed upstairs. I grabbed my overnight bag on the way up. At the top of the steps I found Mike's bedroom door ajar, with the overhead light in the room dark. Amy and I stepped inside and I flicked the light on.To our total shock, we found Brady Langdon, my left tackle,. ”“And when you left here last night, where did you go, eh? You went to meet a man, yes?”Yes, Becca did go meet a man, a man who happened to be the one she loved. If Dimitri had discovered that… “It was just another client. Why should that be a problem?”Dimitri leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling. “Rebecca, I saved you from that Ukrainian dog, Vladimir, only to hand you over to an American dog in a hotel. The American may have been cleaner and more sober, but he was no still less. He hadn’t been joking when he said she’d saved his life; he’d seen what happened to people who’d been bitten by Blight wolves, and it wasn’t pretty. She’d fought off an entire pack of them, alone, all while protecting him – and then she’d found shelter, carried him there, and spent the rest of the evening collecting firewood and elfroot in the rain.He was never going to be able to repay her.Which just made him even more uneasy. He’d been fascinated by the beautiful bard from the start – not.