”“That obvious, huh?”Kesi nodded. “It’s okay. I really like her, and I think she likes you.”“More than Case Reynolds?”Where’d that c...me from? I sounded like some whiny high schooler.Kesi gave him a long look. “Dad, they’re history ... at least as far as Mr. Reynolds is concerned.”He gave her a puzzled look.“The day Mr. Reynolds arrived, actually not long before he arrived, I went into the kitchen for some water and Anastasia was making spaghetti sauce. She told me she was making dinner for him.. "Is that wise? Not being there when they meet, I mean?" she asked with panic - very unlike Joyce - creeping into her voice. That did nothing to ease my fears."Well, short of telling them to go away and come back later, the alternative was to stone-wall them about Laura, throw myself in the car to race home and effect the introductions myself - nervous, defensive and out of breath..." I trailed off."When you put it that way, I can see your point," Joyce consented. "Do you think you need me to,. ..a true lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets.i hadn't seen her in a while but a couple weeks ago she called me to wish me a happy birthday. it was a pleasant surprise, but nothing compared to what she had in mind. the conversation was short but we agreed to get together, and ended up having dinner a few days later. she always worked out and loved to go running, so she still looked good, she's 41 and has a body that most 20-somethings don't have. even in jeans and a sweater i could. I was so tiny compared to him. Only 54 and a whole 110 lbs. I was a little more than intimidated. He must have seen my panic because I could see his grin in the tv light. So how old are you? he asked. nineteen. He nodding leaning down so he was on my level. For the first time I noticed his eyes. They were green with little flakes of brown. They were gorgeous. Mandy had had an air matress already laid out on the floor for Drake. I couldnt help but get nervous with this large dark man standing.