Chapter 45: The Night's Song

When it was over, Miranda lay draped across Nixon Walker, her breath coming fast. Those low moans had left her breathless; she was finally catching her breath. "Do you think that woman will figure it out?" Nixon's voice was still rough from lovemaking. He traced slow circles on Miranda's skin with his finger. "You mean Mckenzie Looske?" "Yeah. You spelled it out for her today. Hearing it is one thing; actually taking it in is another. Most women around here have it rough." "Why do you say that?"...