" My heart sank. This was all!"Only k**ding!" she laughed and turned her back against me. "Help me with this," she said and made a backward pointing a... the clasp of her bra.My hands trembled a little as I reached for the clasp. I couldn't quite reach it as I sat so I stood and unhooked it and at the same time and let my nose almost touch her skin while I smelled her skin. It smelled of something I hadn't noticed before. It could have been a mixture of soap and perfume but I thought it was her. He had brought his backpack with him--he always did--and withdrew his sketchpad. She was so intent on finishing the painting, that she didn't even notice, and didn't notice the "skritch skritch skritch" of pencil on paper.About twenty minutes later, she finally stepped back from the easel, took a deep breath, and said, "Done!" Good. So am I," Dave replied."Huh?"He smiled, and held up his drawing. It was of her, at her easel, painting."Wow. You just did that?" Uh huh." Is that what I look like. ‘You won’t find any information about me in these.’ The breath caught in her throat as she looked up into his luminous eyes, trapped between fear and flirtation. He pulled the chair out across from her, dropping his book onto the table and giving her a knowing smile. ‘Doing a little light reading?’ ‘Uh, yes.’ Sammi sat dazed, wondering what had gotten into her. Ordinarily, she was never at a loss for words but with this beautiful creature sitting across from her, she came undone. ‘Trying to. I think that divide is probably fixable, unless you try to make your lover part of our family. At that point, I think you can add Jane’s name to John’s on the list of people you’ve lost because of this affair.”Barb hung her head at that point and started to cry. “I didn’t want ANY of this to happen!” she wailed piteously.Janice went to comfort her, much as Cecilia had the night before. “We know that, Baby,” she told her. “I think even John knows that. You’ve just allowed this affair to take.