She looked away with a sigh. Then she looked back at him. He turned away."I was going to suggest you help me cook today. I have a new lasagna recipe I... thought would be fun for us to make," Anders said. "But now I see you aren't in the mood. I will leave you to rest for a while longer and come fetch you when the food is ready." Please wait," Carissa sputtered. Her face softened. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. I just…untie me and I'll help you with the lasagna." Anders regarded her. Damn, I knew that I'd need to clean them later as she always wanted to look pretty for me. I looked at the fallen motorbike and the driver who was lying on the ground. He had started to make some attempts to rise and reach again for his Tommy gun, which was a bit further away. I walked to him and just when he tried to stand up I placed a kick to his groin. I held nothing back. My leg hurt but something gave away when he fell back screaming.I picked my mobile from my pocket and placed a call I. He wrote little articles on economics that changed national policy. He wrote programs that led to a better quality of life for a lot of people.Benny wasn’t doing all that stuff for free, although he never really had to deal with the money side of things. He got paid for his inventions. He got credit for his papers, both practical and theoretic. His programs brought in a fortune that made the silver deal look like chump change. Everything was stamped, ‘Two Guys Working.’ He wasn’t out for fame. Her eyes followed his. With one or two obvious exceptions all the girls seemed paired off. He sighed as he sat down, reluctantly joining his buddy's research, but obviously not giving it his whole attention. His eyes continued to check around the room at regular intervals.But he hadn't seen her, alone. He hadn't seen her watching his sensuous mouth as he sipped his beer, or the way his muscles rippled as he reached for something across the table.And now her glass was empty. She knew Sal would.