Sarah danced beside him, a pale little moon flower, contrasting vividly with his darkness. Delight clutched at Kate's heart. "'lo Kate." Sarah raced towards her. Kate crouched down, catching Sarah's hands in hers. The warmth of the child's flesh was a soothing balm to years of denial. "Hello, Sarah. How was school today?" "Great. Mr. Owen had a talk to Daddy. They think I'm doing okay." Kate laughed, delighted at Sarah's insouciance, and lifted a hand to brush a strand of silky blonde hair back from her face. She glanced past Sarah at Alex, released the child's hands and stood up. A gust of wind blew hair across her face and he extended a hand and smoothed the errant strands back behind her ear. Her heart bumped at the casual touch. "You have the map?" "Here." She tapped her briefcase, trying to match his casual attitude. He was distracting, his masculinity and sensual good looks sending her senses into overdrive. "Nonna Emily's coming to live here." Sarah danced at Kate's side not wanting to be left out.
