The work required long hours of planning with workers and homeowners. I was always getting home late and working weekends. But, it was interesting and...just a good place to be. Specially since I was the only female on staff and all the guys including the community security guards constantly looked out for me, we joked about it and sometimes hit on me politely as part of their jokes. And I flirted a little with a couple of the guys. However, some of the jokes I wished would actually become. ‘So what was lunch about?’ Dylan repeated the question, waiting expectantly for an answer. ‘He’s been seeing you a lot lately, huh?’ ‘New case!’ Gwyneth answered, hoping she didn’t sound too artificial. ‘Marty will be leading, and I’ll be on the team. Lunch was just to flesh out details, we met in his office earlier to confirm my participation.’ ‘Well, well, well, handpicked by Aidan Scodelario himself,’ he teased in good nature, and Gwyneth flushed a little, suddenly feeling modest. ‘That’s. I looked over at my sweetly innocent Em and saw she was just sitting there with a look on her face. It was a look that I could not figure out, sensitive as I really am to what she thinks and feels. I looked over at Connie, sitting at the table, wearing nothing but a pair of bifocals, as she did our bookwork. She had a look on her face, too.Homer started to talk real slow, almost to himself. "I was watchin' a old documentary on Public TV last week about a singer named Ricky Nelson and how he got. Even that was a lie. Her instinct upon waking up had been to run. But as soon as she’d moved an inch, Luke sleepily wrapped an arm around her waist and nuzzled her shoulder. For almost an hour she just lay in silence, committing every detail of those minutes to memory. The soft sound of Luke breathing, his chest rising and falling against her back, and most of all the absolute feeling of contentment that was completely foreign. Why of all people had she found perfection with this man? One that.