" Ok, I'll take it." Which one do you want?" Actually I want all six, if the price is right. I have two friends that I want to surprise with two a pie...ce and a cover up." Wow, that is going to be something to see, I bet. Do they look as good as you do? Do you want me to help you get dressed?" Yes they look as good as me and no I don't need any help. Hold on and I will give you this one." Ok, I'll put them in three different sacks and a cover wrap for each. Come up when ever you are ready. My god. She waited for him to settle into the driver’s seat. ‘Connor, talk to me.’ He started the engine. ‘Drop it.’ ‘No.’ She reached across the space in the car, her fingertips brushing his jaw line. Connor jerked away from her touch. ‘Stop it,’ his voice was both soft and dangerous. Langdon’s brow twisted in confusion. ‘Connor, you have to talk to me.’ ‘No I don’t!’ he shouted, the volume of his voice amplified in the small space of the car. Langdon’s face turned red. Connor never yelled, and he. We kept talking as he stood up on the flatbed to break the pallets, and he basically positioned his crotch about two feet in front of my face. I have never been much of a package checker, but I couldn't help but stare at the bulge in his jeans. Of course he was smiling down at me and my face was on fire. I watched from the kitchen window as Ben unloaded the 50 pound bags. He was strong and moved them around like they weighed nothing. He had a sexy physique and great ass. It was really turning. If they didn’t buy the paltry wares her father offered, so be it, but Vella took every failure personally, scrutinising every detail trying to work out why. It is never what you do, when you do it or even how you do it, it should always have a reason, a motive. The truth is in the ‘why’, Vella. Never do anything without knowing why you do it because the why of something will inform the what, when and how. It is rarely the other way round. And if you can understand the ‘why’ of another then you.