“(Olivia) “What is all of this, your James Bond room?” “You could say that. It’s my backup.” He opened cabinets, took out a pill bottle and downed a Percocet. “In here I have weapons, computers, transportation, medical supplies, money and… — Rita Henuber Copy Share Image
“He (Rico) moved to look at the speedometer. “Come on, Olivia. The speed limit is 70. You’re doing 95, and this car is ticket… — Rita Henuber Copy Share
“(Rico) “Can’t wait.” “Neither can I.” She prepared herself for another go-on-forever kiss. It didn’t come. Between gentle darting kisses, Rico nibbled her lips… — Rita Henuber Copy Share
“(Olivia) “I’m stopping at the next exit for gas. I’ll get rid of the scrubs. You get out and walk around or by the… — Rita Henuber Copy Share
“She closed tight around him, pulsing. Rico’s fingers dug into her hips. His movements quickened and he found his rhythm. She wrapped her legs… — Rita Henuber Copy Share
“(Rico) “What’s it going to take to get you to dance with me?” She crooked her index finger and motioned him to come close.… — Rita Henuber Copy Share
“(Olivia) “What is all of this, your James Bond room?” “You could say that. It’s my backup.” He opened cabinets, took out a pill… — Rita Henuber Copy Share
