She had focused upon her career choice…forensic psychology. And the more she learned the more she applied it to her mother’s case. By the time she... graduated with honors, she had developed a profile of her mother’s killer. After college she had been recruited by the FBI, but she had turned them down. Instead she went home. Was it home? Not really. But it was the place that she needed to be to get the job done. To find her mother’s killer. And she had. Five years of her life. Fighting within. By the time he has finished your already asleep, the weight of the world finally lifted of your shoulders and a relaxing presence in its place. When he finished he places the plate on the desk and moves down next to you gently accidentally waking you up. You are glad of the wakeup call as he is better than any dream you could possibly imagine. He apologises again for waking you up but your taking none of it, you sit up and pretend to stretch but instead tackle him down onto the bed and kiss. We will accept a note of payment or coins."He shifted and finally nodded, "I will write a promissary note."I stepped back, "send your men to the second and third decks and I will put in the hitch posts for the horses."He turned and started barking orders and I began moving posts with rings from the brackets along the sides to holes spaced across the deck. Charles appeared to help and glanced at the soldiers loading, "well?"I glanced back and grinned, "we get a promissary note for ten royals. . His Dad waiting for him... In fact, all thoughts except one seemed to have fled Danny as he slowly moved back onto the bed. I moved back, whispering for Danny to stop, as he advanced until I was on my back with Danny on his hands and knees above me. His head dipped towards me. Instead of my hard nipple, his mouth ran into the barrier of my finger across his lips. "God, Danny! Your Dad is right outside the door," I whispered as I pulled the covers back over my breasts. Their spell over Danny.