And my heart is pounding so hard in my chest it's all I can hear, because I love her so much it is killing me. And I'm too weak to pretend it isn't an...more.I love her, oh God I love her.I bring my lips to hers, and they're so soft it makes me swoon. And then I get this awful churning in my gut because it wasn't supposed to be like this. She wasn't supposed to find out.I pull away and practically run to the door, and my hand's on the knob when I hear, "Sam?" and I can't walk away, I can't ignore. Cara wasted no time pulling her sun dress off over her head. Carter and I were right behind her stepping out of our flip flops and pulling our shorts off and folding them on a small dresser we keep by the door. I was semi- hard from the action on the ride over. “Come on in and have a seat,” I said to Carter. “Can I get you something to drink?”“Yeah, I’ll just have a diet soda for now.”“Coming up.”I walked in the kitchen and Carter and Cara took seats opposite each other on couches in the. Your ideas aren’t ordinary nor stale.”“Thanks. But will it make what I write unacceptable or unpublishable?”“‘Unacceptable’ depends on the sort of advice you get from Dr. What’s-his-name.”“Garshin.”“Right. And publication will depend on you and luck.”“Luck?”“You know Heller’s Catch-22?”“It’s a World War II novel? Never read it.”“It’s a painfully funny book. But Heller’s agent carried a piece of the manuscript in her purse trying to get publishers to read it. Apparently it was rejected nearly. Neither said anything. There was no need.Mark shook hands with his father. "Thanks for yesterday," he said.David smiled fondly at him. "God bless," he said.Victoria smiled up at him. "You haven't said anything nice yet today but I'd still like to give you a kiss," she paused, "Dad."David's face lit up and he lifted her off the ground. "For that," he said, "you get a kiss from me." He kissed her warmly. "Come back soon, Little Bit."On the way to the Richardsons' Victoria told Mark that she still.