When David made his next lunge, his feet left the ground and Tom slammed him hard to the grassy landing spot. Tom was on top of him with his fist at h...is throat before David could even think about responding.Tom stood and held his hand to help David up. “It looks like some training needs to be done. Every night before dinner we will train. My family is too important to not be ready if needed. I have some other things to do right now. I want you to get some wood and carve out some knives that. I answered on merit. Smaller, less formal and more family-orientated. Ours was church, this was registry office, this a small local venue within a tight budget, ours a lavish country-house reception. My wedding was my wedding, and it was what it was, but I think I prefer this set up. Em looked into my face with a quizzical smile and then jumped in with two feet: You are not obliged to answer this question if you don’t want to, and you are not to read into it anything at all beyond my wanting. I’m totally comfortable with her and I could easily live with her for the rest of my life. I could even see sharing your bed, if that’s what the two of you wanted. I don’t know that about Jessica. It’s too soon to tell.”Share our bed? That was a question for another time.I nodded, “I suppose that’s a fair answer.”“Are you really considering that possibility? This isn’t just a lark?”“I don’t know what’s going on,” I said. “I don’t feel like I’m in control.”“I noticed. She is in complete control. "Din-nah is served." Elle giggled delightedly, only too willing to join in a magical game of make-believe, especially as she was a princess and the picnic was obviously real. And he had thought about her - he had planned this without even knowing that she would get into his car. Perhaps she should have worried that he was so sure of her, confident she could be controlled and manipulated so precisely. Maybe she should have been more concerned about a lot of things . . . but she was a teen girl -.