He thrust the phone into the girl’s hand. He bargained, “If you can get me a tour, I’ll even take you to the concert, give you a VIP seat, and b...ring you backstage to meet Ashley and all. There might even be an after-concert party.”“You’re kidding, right?”“Nope. I’m riding down there on the Harley.” He chuckled, “You could even ride all the way on the back with me, if you dare. The weather looks good the rest of the week. I’d planned on doing a tour here today and then heading to Oklahoma. For an old man in his early sixties, the retired general looked damn good. He held his shoulders and chin high and his grip was still strong enough to bend metal and more than a match for my own far weaker handshake. He wasn’t any taller than me but his chest was big enough to resemble a barrel and little if any of it was fat. We’d never met before, but we apparently knew quite a bit about each other. ‘Bounder! So glad you could come!’ He barked with a smile and a twinkle of amusement in his. In front of Tommi's dorm, she straightened, up as Brian dropped hisarm. "Thanks," she said softly. "It's been a pretty trying day forme," she explained. "But I enjoyed dancing." She took his jacket offher shoulders and handed it back to him."I hope everything will be okay with your sister," Brian offered. Hereached out to take the jacket, but surprisingly, Tommi didn't let go.Tommi nodded. "I owe her a big apology." You're a pretty caring sister," Brian observed. Slowly, as he let. Preliminary data impressed everyone, but it had also raised the stakes–they had the biggest and baddest aphrodisiac in the world on their hands, and most of the company’s staff seemed to know it. Industrial espionage had become a very real threat, so Denise had to limit access to the lab, allowing only three people besides herself full access to their process notes and the formula itself: Victor Navarre, a brilliant and uncomfortably handsome neurologist she’d known since grad school, Neda.