’ He held out his hand to me, still smiling that goddamn smile. He wants to touch me? Someone so lowly to him? Okay, I wasn’t thinking straight, ...e wasn’t a Greek god, but lets face it – it’s still amazing that he was acknowledging me. I tentatively put out my shaky hand to shake his firm one. ‘I’m Jamie Sanders and, uh, yeah. Looks like I’m bunkin’ with the squirrels tonight.’ Holy hell, even his laugh is sexy. What is wrong with him?! He’s too gorgeous to be human. I almost would’ve punched. "I certainly do," she said as a tear glinted in the side of her eye.Melissa was looking up at me expectantly. I walked out to meet Kellie. She wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. Greg and Carrie soon joined us."Standing up in front of 20 kids eight times a day for two years has lessened my stage fright," I said quietly to them. "At least here I don't have to worry about some little jerkoff nailing me with an eraser when my back is turned."The laughter that resonated in the arena told me. And Mrs. Jack Meoff to the first tee please!" That's us!" Jill grinned heading over to the women's tee-box.Playing from the blue tees was a bit of an additional handicap for Jack. Jill really was an excellent golfer in her own right. She hadn't exactly "crunched" the ball as Jack called it, but she'd hit it reasonably straight out into the middle of the fairway. Jack tee'd off driving his ball far with just the perfect fade, landing it a good forty yards further than where his wife's ball. This three-people-living-together business gets more complicated by the minute. Speaking of which, I wonder if there is any way I can keep George from coming so quickly? I remember reading about that somewhere once – where was it? I doubt if it was in Cosmopolitian, or anything like that, ‘cause I would have shown it to him right then. I must have read it before I knew him. OH! I remember – it was in one of my brother’s Playboy magazines, in the Advisor section. I wonder if I can find it.