He dropped his gaze to her crotch. Spying the wet spot, he also noticed the wet skin of her inner thighs. Unable to help himself, he ran his finger ov...er her thigh. It felt like wet silk.Kim felt him touch her in a place that had not had attention in so long. She felt like she was being fried in electricity. Watching him bring his finger to his nose, she felt another gush of fluid, as she watched him smell the scent of her pussy, then lick his finger clean.Harder than he had ever been, Brian was. He asked the front desk at the lodge about her, if she had a phone. He groaned, she did not, but his heart gave a little leap when the owner said that she usually came to town on Tuesdays. Sitting on the porch of his rented cabin, he composed a story about how to approach her. He forgot it when he saw her boat approach the dock, the dock-boy running to help her. He forgot that he had composed a story, he forgot that he had ever been concerned with cover stories at all. He stood up and walked to. I can only hope that either you can track the boat or that Rose sends me another message, there's little else I can do."In Baton Rouge, Henry Sinclair was thinking furiously and he made an instant decision. If Rose was somehow communicating with MacSween, he wanted Gavin close by."How quickly could you get back here to Baton Rouge?" he asked.Gavin paused. The prospects of facing the long drive again weren't thrilling, but he knew that Rose needed him, was depending on him."It's a long drive — I. ”“Was it to be an arranged marriage?” Chris asked.“No ... but everyone thought it would be an auspicious one. Then, I fell ill.”“Yeah, I know the rest.”“You don’t know all the rest. When Brian deserted me, it soured Dad’s business partnership. He was desperate to patch things up ... to get Brian and me back together. He tried to find doctors that could reverse my condition and became more and more distressed when told there is no treatment. He blamed me, Christian...” She put her hand on her.