She tiptoed around the cottage, being extra careful not to wake him. Scurryingaround, bare foot and sore, she managed to find some already made bread ...andever so softly, started another fire. Knowing the bread would not be enough,she searched frantically for something more. There were not oats, no grains,only the leftover rabbit stew that she had prepared the night before. So, shelet it simmer and warm a top the small fire, heating it thoroughly enough toohopefully satisfy him. Every. I listened. I felt the little annoyances of my hair sticking to my sweaty face, my feet now wobbling in my stilettos from standing so long in one place, rivulets of sweat tickling my skin as it dripped from my body. The silence was killing me. The only sound I could hear was the drumming of my heart and the blood pounding in my temples.“Sam? Sam… where the hell are you?”A sudden stinging blow to my vulnerable ass told me exactly where he was. Another blow. Another. Another. Another and another.. " That has nothing to do with why I like you. I do appreciate what you did for me, but that isn't what my feelings for you are about. Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have slipped and told you that I was waiting for you to ask me out. I wasn't trying to guilt-trip you or anything." No, don't apologize for telling me how you feel. I like the fact that you tell me stuff like that. I'm not into games. I just want you to tell me what's on your mind. You don't have to worry about scaring me off. I. First stop, as always, was the registration office. "Hi, George, Sheila," called the sky-clad young man behind the counter. "Who are these? Guests?" My nieces, Candy and Cindy. A last-minute addition, as my sister is off on a last-minute business trip. Girls, meet Paul. His parents started this resort about what, forty years ago, Paul? He and his wife are the current owners." About that, I think. I'm grooming my son and daughter to take over after me." Paul indicated a handsome young man about.