I still can't talk about it. I still don't understand, but... Please. I'll explain later."I held her hands, covering us both with sticky pastry. She t...died up and drew a deep breath."But things got better!" Sarah! Have you... ?"Her grin spread from ear to ear."Hey! OK?"She nodded vigorously, lifting her hand to lick pastry crumbs. I suddenly saw the diamond shining between two darker stones on her left hand."Is that... ?" Yep! Official." Oh Sarah! Oh! All the happiness in the world. Gosh! Is. She's good people, too." He sounds okay," Jo said."He is. And we can put up with a lot for one night." A buzz told me that I'd gotten a text. I looked. Same number. I opened the text and routed it to my email address."Honey," she said. "You put up with the idea of playing your banjo in front of my orchestra..." Oh, crap! I forgot about that." Don't go blocking things out, Stoney. You and I, we make music together." Yes we do. And if Bob says it's good enough that he'll stand in close proximity. He had waited behind the door, grabbing me from behind as I entered, quickly blindfolding me. I shouted in amusement, it had been awhile since I had fun and played with accessories in the bedroom. I heard the door shut and lock. With a huge smile on my face I asked John, "What exactly are you doing?"He kissed me before responding in a sweet, sexy voice, "Making you guess my every move."I loved the extra arousal he brought to me with his touch. He kissed me, walking me backwards as he did. Even. It seemed logical and I felt it was true. I liked the simplicity.I felt her smiling at me.When I returned the smile over to her, she responded by saying softly, "So, what did you find?" Oh. Sorry," I answered. "I think we found where Sara's buried ... or at least where there was a fresh unmarked grave. It was in a back part of the cemetery where those executed at the witch trials were buried." Did you get a good look at the place?" Marilyn asked.I was surprised at that question. I would have.