She figured the best place to start her search for whoever was in her old body would be the bar where she had met Aphrodite, and approximately at the ...ame time as last night. She hoped whoever it was she was looking for was thinking the same thing.She needn’t have worried, Gracie was as anxious to return things to normal as she was. He’d also figured the club was the most likely place to start, actually, it was the only idea he could come up with. He not only wanted to put things back the way. Her hair glowed in the fading sunlight. The yellow button down shirt she had on clung to her breasts and he noticed how it was just a little damp at the hem from the sink. Her hips were snugged into soft, well worn denim and he licked his lips, appreciating the way they fit around her rear. His gaze traveled down the length of her long legs, her jeans cut off and cuffed just below her knees. Her bare feet, the silver anklet, and painted toenails, all made him smile to himself. She looked young. "We rode in silence for a time, while Sherrie digested all I'd told her. She looked to be about half way between mad, and relived, so I thought we still had a chance to come out of this as friends, if not still lovers. Mr. Johnson was hoping for lovers. My heart was telling me that if all I got out of this was a good friend, I was still way ahead.When Sherrie pulled Jerry's Lexus in under the carport, she said, "I need to get Jennifer settled, and then you and I need to talk to my father. Will. I get what you’re saying. Will you go with me?’ Henry wasn’t sure for a moment, but then said, ‘All right. I’ll go.’ Mark smiled appreciatively as Henry got dressed in the bathroom. As soon as the shower turned on and Henry was in, Mark slipped down his hallway and to Henry’s bedroom. The closet door opened easily and Mark searched frantically through the top shelf of the closet. He went as quickly as he could without leaving a mess searching for the key to his impromptu miracle. It was only.