?Ben, please? Laura’s voice pleaded out of the phone. ?Please don’t do anything with those tapes. I’ll do anything, I’m so sorry but please ...don’t send those tapes anywhere. ?Delete? I said quietly to myself, two more messages followed quickly with Laura pleading in both for me not to do anything with those tapes. The last was different. ?Ben, fuck you. Go ahead and show those tapes, I don’t give a damn? Laura shouted from my voice mail, blatantly drunk with alcohol slurring. Instead, guilt and grief wrapped themselves tightly around her, a psychological chastity belt, preventing her from moving on.As for Palmer, he seemed to sense that she was just looking for friendship and some support and respected her wishes. He hadn’t gotten involved for any reason other than to help a friend. Make no mistake, it wasn’t that he didn’t find her desirable; in fact he probably would have jumped at the opportunity to develop a serious relationship with her. But he felt that she. Cody still hasn’t heard anything on those two cars that followed Bailey and he probably wasn’t until Blake came back. So like Blake to with hold information from him, he was going to keep him in the dark, that’s how Blake liked to play sometimes, that way you’d be on alert at all times, and he was, he was constantly checking, always on alert.Bailey noticed the black truck behind them; it was following them since they left the grocery store. She came to the conclusion that they were one of. Well, partially. Listen, Warren's yours, that's fine with me, I'm not in love with him or anything. But most of the eligible guys on this tour I wouldn't give the time of day to, and Warren... well... he kind of opened the floodgates." She grinned, blushing."In other words, you want it again." Oh YEAH. I'm wondering why the hell I waited. But, I know why--and it's the same problem I have now--lack of guys. Especially lack of guys that won't kiss and tell. I know Warren won't. There's very few.