Chapter 79

VOLUME THREE: DEADLY DELIVERANCE

"Ahh!! Oh!! Yes! Yes! It feels so good! Right there! Please, don't stop, please," Lisa Conover muttered. "Harder, harder! No! Don't leave now!" She groaned as she pounded her fists into the hardwood floor. "Damn it! Why did you stop?" she asked Godiva, her twenty-two-pound silver tabby cat, who had jumped off her back and now sauntered over to a sunny spot on the carpet, flopping down in a very unladylike manner. Just like Sam used to do years ago, gets me feeling comfortable and then he takes off.

Lisa's aching back muscles were so tight from hunching over her computer ten to twelve hours a day every day for the past weeks. She needed a massage. Better yet, she needed a vacation.

She rolled over onto her back and stared above at the open-beamed ceiling of her log cabin in the North Carolina Mountains outside Hickoryville. She studied the accumulation of dust bunnies along the beams.