The following morning, Edie woke and lay still. Where was she? It didn't smell like her room at Gramps, and it sure wasn't her prison cell. The scent of sex was strong. Her legs were wrapped around something hard and hairy, like a man's leg. She squinted and then peeked out. A very muscular forearm lay across her chest, caressing a breast. She turned her head and her gaze found Tom's unusually dark-blue eyes staring into hers.

"You are so beautiful, Edie. Where have you been all my ...