“Got any ideas?” I stared at her with a blank look. I had in no way expected to be involved with naming any of the children. But there it was. Eve... if I declined to give my daughter what she was asking for I was involved. My refusal would be seen as active involvement if only in a negative sense. But, I did have an answer for her.“It has to be your mother or your grandmother,” I said. “It could be one of your Daddy’s family of course, or your husband’s; but none of them are well known by any of. Rafe saw the sorrow in her normally sparkling blue eyes. He wanted to kiss it away. Releasing her hand, he took the towels and set one down and used the other to dry his damp hair. All while staring at her. Once he stopped the pool’s water from dripping into his eyes, he removed his shoes and wrapped the towel around his waist. She quickly wrapped a large towel around her body. She could feel the heat of embarrassment warming her face, neck and chest. She couldn’t bear to look up into his. " He said waving his hand for me to follow. I didn't really want to end up going in the guys house, but I'm polite. I stepped onto the creaking floor of the Tomlinson's homestead. It was very warm and cozy inside. I was standing a small mudroom. The walls of the hallways were littering with turkey fans, deer heads, and a old black bear head perched over the archway to the dining room. "Keep yer boots on, its ok." Roy said, hustling me into the dining room. The dining room was somewhat cramped,. A shuffle so she stopped and waited until I walked up to her. She beamed as I approached giving me a glimpse of her lovely green eyes and, as I offered her my hand in greeting, took hold of it and told me her name was Jane in an accent that was pure broad Welsh. Telling her my name and saying how fit and well she looked etc, etc she realised we were still shaking hands and, blushing and giggling, let go and fell into step with me as we moved-on.By lunchtime we had resisted two shuffles and kept.