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you mind
me tagging along?”
    “Mind? What’s to mind?”
    “Well, you don’t know anything about me.
Folks are funny with their kids around strangers. I understand
that.”
    “Ami’s got good judgment,” Joe said, smiling
down at his daughter, fist still wrapped around Jenni’s finger.
“Besides, you’re not a stranger. We’ve watched you for a week
now.”
    Color flushed Jenni’s cheek and Joe wondered
if he had said the wrong thing. He didn’t want her to think they
had been spying on her, even if that was exactly what they had been
doing.
    “I’ve been watching you too,” she said. “You
three are such a perfect unit...”
    “I’m going to walk back,” Joe said. “Come
with us.”
    Jenni fell into step beside him, her arm
stretched across to allow Ami to continue grasping her finger.
    After fifty yards Jenni laughed and said,
“Are we going all the way back like this?”
    It suited Joe. Jenni was forced to walk
close if she wanted to keep in contact with Ami, and now and again
her leg brushed against his, the unscented smell of her body
drifting over him.
    “Do you want to carry her?”
    Jenni stopped unexpectedly and Joe skidded
to a halt, but not soon enough to prevent Jenni’s finger slipping
from Ami’s grasp. Ami’s eyes went wide and her bottom lip jutted
out.
    “Can I?” Jenni asked, her voice almost too
quiet to be heard above the soft waves.
    Ami had started to sniffle, and Joe knew a
crying fit was being worked up, never entirely sure if Ami meant it
or whether she had already calculated the best method of getting
her own way.
    “I think you better had if you don’t want to
be deafened.” He held Ami out toward Jenni.
    Ami, sensing the movement, looked up into
Jenni’s eyes and the sniffle died as a slow smile spread across her
face. Joe watched as Jenni’s face softened in sympathy and then she
was placing her fingers gently around Ami’s small body and Joe
transferred her across. Ami laughed. Jenni lifted her and laid her
against her breasts and Ami laughed again. Joe saw his daughter
bury her mouth against the soft mounds beneath the sweatshirt and
start trying to burrow in. Jenni watched her squirm, looked at Joe,
embarrassed.
    “She thinks you’re going to feed her,” Joe
laughed.
    “Oh God!” Jenni said. “What do I do?”
    “Lift her on your shoulder, unless you want
to be dribbled all over. She’ll forget about it once she realizes
you’re not going to feed her.”
    Jenni lifted Ami to her shoulder, stroking
her back as the sniffle returned. Joe, standing slightly behind,
put his hands over his face and then pulled them apart and said,
“Boo!” Ami laughed, never tiring of the game, and as Jenni started
walking again he fell in behind and repeated the move. Jenni looked
over her shoulder at him and grinned, strode on, and Joe took the
opportunity to admire the way her ass filled her jeans, at the way
it moved in miraculous and wonderful ways. He realized he needed to
be careful. He would never cheat on Kim, but that didn’t mean he
wasn’t incredibly attracted to this woman. He had to take care and
not let slip any hint of those emotions.
    Ami was ecstatic on Jenni’s shoulder, her
eyes starting to close, her head resting against Jenni’s neck as
her body went loose. Joe speeded up and fell into step beside this
vision of a woman.
    “So what does your husband do?” Joe asked.
“I can’t remember, did you tell me his name?”
    Jenni shook her head. “No, I didn’t. His
name’s Mark. He’s got an auyto-shop in town… most of the time.” Her
words lacked emotion, and once more Joe sensed something being held
back. Jenni looked down at the loose little body snuggled against
her shoulder and her face softened. “She’s perfect,” she whispered.
“You are both so lucky.”
    “We are,” Joe agreed.
    They walked on for a while, Joe comfortable
in Jenni’s presence, admitting to himself he was becoming aroused
just being close to her.
    They had