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True, but when hunters with expensive equipment are taking shots at your son, ate they not still a threat, if not, why? It just presents a conundrum..

Something has to give...

I find that both Danilo and Lauretta are most perceptive of their surroundings and the larger world... Gianluca continues to astound me, for someone of deep faith, how does he reconcile his nature or those whom he is now working for??? “I thought I had lost you,” Matteo said. “You did,” Gianluca answered. “But the road is long, and God has poor memory.” Matteo gave a faint, broken laugh. “Then perhaps there is mercy in forgetfulness.” Gianluca’s hand found his, brief and sure. “Or in remembering what should have been holy.” The smell of wet grass on Gianluca's cloak evoked memory of the old days, stolen kisses in an orchard by the Arno. The moment held... fragile, forbidden, true. Then it was gone. Gianluca stepped back, his voice low. “We’ll both return to Florence soon. Be careful whom you serve, Matteo. Even prayers can be treason.”

Change is difficult when the incentive is lost in the weeds of "We've always done it this way".... Those most resistant to change are the ones most likely to lose position or status...

So many great stories here!

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for this! Just so true to life and so believable!! But you’ve scared me for life as I will never be able to look at drywall the same way again!!

Well…that got me going…hot damn!! He didn't ask—he just acted. He dropped his hips slightly, hooked his thick forearms directly under my hips, and hoisted me upward and forward in one fluid, powerful motion. It wasn't romantic—it was a forklift maneuver. @@@@@@@@@ In all my years in the trades, I’ve seen drywall and I’ve seen drywall in all sorts of states of completion, but I will never look at drywall the same way ever again… @@@@@@@@@ Dan let out a rough, startled groan. His hands dropped to my hips. His fingers dug into my jeans, pulling me flush against the hard ridge of his erection. "Rami," he gasped against my mouth. "We're covered in drywall." "I know. It’s so hot," I growled, biting at his lower lip.

The dealers are either staying at the tavern or went out the back door… This is where things will now become very dangerous…

Wow…Is Ricky finished and Alexander out for the count? This was too close of a call Killian…. I believe Joiner killed Professor Healy….

Another gem from the collection of Robert Hugill. Exceptionally well written and crafted. While trying not to give anything away, all I can say is read this!

Thank you for this, truly appreciated and enjoyed…I can only hope that somehow Farouk finds Thomas. It would be poetic justice! I suspect I am not the only one who will hold you to the following… I have no idea where they might be going next but if I ever work that out, don't worry, you will find out.

Of the two star crossed lovers Gianluca, despite his predilection, believes deeply in the power of Rome, to the detriment of Florence. It is as he’s of two halves that can’t reconcile. I wonder of Gianluca’s family has arranged a betrothal for him as well…His family is mainly based in Rome, which makes me wonder what marital future awaits him.

Thanks, you can’t imagine how much your comment meant. From the bottom of my heart…thanks!

She has given millions to worthwhile causes, especially during Covid, money to buy much needed medical supplies, stepping in where others wouldn’t…she has gifted a children’s hospital with a substantial donation. And so much more

Can’t agree more….somebody has to step in and help Kent to see what’s needed.

Some pretty expensive hardware those three were packing, and interesting to see they did not want to blend in. Could they be off the island already, or are there other targets? And a surprise as to who the alpha is…I’m not a sure I fully trust her. Humans," she said pleasantly. "Still so tethered to the visual." She extended her hand. "Evelyn Reid," she said. "Alpha of the Greyhaven pack."

Well…I was gonna say he butler did it but… Behind me I heard the sound of a mug hitting the floor. I turned. The butler was looking at me with an expression of horror. He crouched to collect the pieces. We find out differently…

Gas here in my tiny Central Massachusetts town is 4.09 per gallon...sheesh...7 weeks ago I was paying 2.59 at my ginormous warehouse shopping center. I dread the upcoming heating season...and my electric bills are about to skyrocket...I can't believe food prices, meats of any sort, are very expensive...

Loved this story, so well written and thoroughly enjoyable!!!

Not to forget, John also had issues with bleeding from his ear. Are the two linked in any manner?

From my seat at my desk in Central Massachusetts, the she-bitch-werewolf, at the end of the day, should remember that folks living in glass houses should not throw stones. Of course, being of limited comprehension and intelligence, she can't see the hole she is digging for herself. Having been caught as an adulteress, the foundation of her sandcastle is shaky. The best she can hope for is a money grab, knowing Martin's changed circumstances, not understanding, and this is a crucial point, that all of this happened after the divorce, a decree she happily agreed to...case closed!!! And, playing fast and loose with the alimony isn't going to play well....

I think Natasha will in the end, rue the day she thought she was the consummate shite stirer….

In this time of unrest the Tornabuoni family, sought safety by aligning quickly and by moving the marriage up. I suspect Matteo’s father may have some concerns.. Might it affect/increase the dowry? To openly defy the Pope will have consequences. Florence is about to be tested…