Ma needs to be as comfortable as I can make it for her.”“That’s what I like about you. You are always thinking of the other person. Kiss, me, I ...eed thinking of.”The first thing after we ate in the morning, I gathered the crew to push the big wagon out of the shed. I was chagrinned to see that both front wheels were rotted where they rested on the ground. Lord knows when it had been used last. Water had come in through the back of the shed and softened the ground enough to let the wheels sink. “Hey, they have kids,” Crystal said. She had zoomed in on the house, and the young couple had come outside with two kids. I guessed the kids were about eight and five. “Bloody hell!” she exclaimed.“What?” I asked.“Mike, that’s Mike, I’d know that walk and that smile anywhere,” she said staring avidly into the screen.I was a little worried by the exuberance she was displaying. I understood from Daniel that this Mike had been very special to Crystal. I looked closely at the screen. “Isn’t he. With a casual shrug he tossed her off of him, letting her flop back to her seat on the couch next to him. It was his turn to lean forward, to find her pouty lips with his, drinking her in as if he’d crawled across the Sahara for that kiss. One hand caressed her denim clad thigh, the meaty hand almost covering it, his other hand tugging the silk tie loose around his neck, undoing the top button of his shirt, tugging at his leather belt. One of his fingers found the damp spot between her legs,. Save for their early unpleasantness and a few annoyances of their public relations ventures, the visit home had been an unalloyed pleasure for both Igwanda and Meiersdottir. They'd been welcomed without either hesitation or qualification by each other's natal families, and both sets of grandparents had doted on their tiny grandchild and spoiled him unmercifully—as had two uncles (one on each side), three aunts (all on Igwanda's), and an assortment of cousins.The one potential obstacle to their.