Shawn relished the way Catherine's hair brushed against his nose as he moved in closer and gently kissed the back of her neck. A faint moan escaped her lips, "I miss you damn much, wife! Losing you felt like hell." Shawn whispered and felt her body loosen up and relax even more - almost as if she was wilting into his arms. He adored the emotion of restraint, knowing that his efforts could affect her mood and had the power to bring her higher levels of pleasure than she would allow anyone else to. Drawing his hand up, letting his fingers gently ripple up her flat stomach, finding their way to her forearm and snaking up towards her neck as he slowly caressed her short, soft hair to that wonderful area where her neck and shoulders meet in a smooth embrace. Planting a kiss on that amazing pat

Two days later, Shawn had managed to convince Catherine to come with him to London, but on the way to the airport, they were ambushed by Javier’s men, and they drove around the outskirts of the city for a few hours, hiding for a day in an unknown cheap hotel, uncertain of what to do next. He’d chanced a stop in a drive-thru sandwich joint to get a little food for Catherine and himself. Being out of sorts wasn’t something he was accustomed to. Interrupting his thoughts, the mobile phone ring tone sang from his right front pocket. An attack within three days since he came to Scotland had caused both him and his passenger, who was relaxed and had not even broken a sweat from the ambush. Catherine even told Shawn that she knew those goons and that they were the ones who guarded her when she was held captive by Elizabeth. And it was, of course, more than just a mere concern when Shawn realised that his wife was not telling him more. Two days after their lovemaking, they talked more about

In another inexpensive inn, Catherine and Shawn spent their night planning and calling a lot of people in the small but decent room. She knew her husband was planning something big, but her only main concern was her brother, Dave. What if the kidnappers had killed him already and it was too late to rescue him? Not that she didn't trust Shawn and his resources, but she wanted to make the rescue as soon as possible, and sleeping wide awake the whole night made her think about looking for her brother herself. But how? Shawn was her best option, as he knew some people who knew people, and above all, he knew where the shelters of Javier's mob were. However, were they even sure it was Javier’s men? Those nagging questions kept taunting her. She knew Javier. He wouldn't make a sudden plan or a move that was unsure and irrelevant, and how did he even know that she was here in Scotland anyway? Her reverie was halted by an unexpected noise outside their room. The sound wasn’t loud, but it didn

    An hour later, the couple had finished their early morning sex and breakfast. To say that Catherine was satiated was an understatement as she finished her bacon, pancakes and eggs.   Shawn padded across the room on the balls of his feet. His footfalls didn’t make a sound. He’d even learned the creaks of every plank covering the floor for just such an occurrence. Again, old habits. He reached the doorway and looked around the corner. The inn's corridor was empty, devoid of life or movement of any kind. The musty, bleached smell of the hallway had evaporated recently, but still, Shawn’s nose went deaf to the scent of old stone, wood, upholstery, and books, cheap soap, antibacterial tissues, and c

 Scotland"Fuck... Anthony must have hidden it somewhere else," the old man, Alfonso Richmond III, muttered after he ended the call from his daughter, Chelsea. He scratched his chin slowly, staring out at the rest of the men in the room with fiery eyes. He told his daughter that he was in the Philippines, but the truth was he was in Scotland.Somehow, he knew their conversation was bugged and someone was monitoring his daughter's activities. He sighed, thinking about