He was sexy, smart, had a great sense of humor, and was a fantastic lover. But while she'd like to keep him for herself, she knew that to him, she was...just a novelty item. Besides, she knew someone else he was sure to like more than her and who would probably feel the same about him. The question was could she find Ann?With a smile, she wondered if her cute, black, bi-sexual college friend was home. She'd have to call and tell Ann about Jessie and invite her to come over meet him, soon, but not. He placed one strong arm around her waist and, with the other, gripped her bottom and lifted her from the floor effortlessly. In his arms, she was in heaven. His stubble brushed against her cheeks once more as he again whispered his seduction softly into her ear. “You taste so fucking good.” Completely unable to help herself, Emma giggled like a girl and Jack laughed also. Carrying her over to his kingsize bed, he playfully threw her onto the crisp, cool cotton sheets as the glint in his eyes. But since the meltdown on Tuesday, we hadn’t actually spoken of the painting. It was the subtlety in her question, though, that impressed me. With just a few words, Lexi had positioned herself and Jack as parents with Lissa and Melody as “their girls.” I wasn’t sure how this was going to play out. But Jack really surprised me.“Lissa gave me a tour of it this morning. She said I needed to know what I was getting into tonight.” I had no idea that Jack had seen the painting. “I don’t know much. Whatever your taste is their taste. They find a way to love it. The thing is, I’d love to go nuts with you, doing improvisational music, but who else would join us?”“Makes sense. Speaking of avant garde, is that what Berklee is interested in?”“You mean do they think it might be best to train the more commercial side of music? I borrowed a jazz drum set and did a long jazz improv. I also gave them two other tapes. One of Eddie’s music. The other of one of our jazz jams.”“That’s perfect.