How much are those cellular phones anyway?After Lenore had, needlessly, she was sure, laid out a course on the Lexan in grease pencil, she stepped par...ially out of the bridge doorway. "Excuse me," she called, "what do I call you?" How about 'Mister Dillon' for now?" the other suggested from the deck."Mister Dillon, I have plotted a course. Please review it." Lenore wasn't sure if that sounded polite or stiffly pissed-off. I wish I knew what was going on.With a grin up at her, he simply shook. ‘Nice day, isn’t it?’ Theresa said innocently. Dustin noticed the woman with her pillows resting on his arm stand. He grinned when he looked to see a beautiful face to go with the pillows. ‘It’s more than nice, young lady.’ ‘Young lady? Oh your flatterer! I’m only thirty-five.’ ‘Seriously?’ Dustin asked her, wanting to have a feel on her tanned skin. ‘You look so…youthful. You look like you’re fresh out of college. You just have that look.’ Theresa blushed and smiled even more, staring at the. ‘That’s what these French letters are all about. I didn’t get you with child. It had to be someone else.’ ‘But you’re the one I went to St. Louis with,’ Ada said. She was shocked and confused. ‘I assumed . . . and others will assume too . . .’ Yes, Charles thought, others might assume. His mind was racing. And Charles was nothing if not a quick thinker. He had the solution worked out in a flash. If it was Mrs. Raven Ada wanted to be, it would Mrs. Raven that she’d be. And, problem solved in his. ”“Oh ... Where’s everyone else?”“Back at the house. Shannon is developing the photos and then she’ll be driving them over to Gwen’s lad who’ll be making the cover.”“Damn, I forgot about that!” I sat up, intending to stand, but the head rush made me stop there. “I want to go see what she’s got.”“Me too. We can call over there and Colin will come get us.”I nodded, and then stretched out more of the unsteadiness. “All right. Actually, forget calling. Let’s just walk.”Muireann eyed me. “Are you.