.. !Dianne shook her head and drank heavily from her glass. So much had happened so quickly between them... and Sergeant... ! God, she thought, her ha...lf-morbid, half-invigorated mind racing back and forth between the somber and the sensual, the ultimate realization finally fixing itself that Mark Keller would very, very soon again be her whole overwhelming world!C-Could they find it together? Now, so much had happened during their separation! She loved him! There wasn't the slightest doubt in. "Morgan, Chadwick," Connor barked and they were gone, melting into the deepening twilight. Connor helped me out of the monstrosity, carrying me in his arms as he moved to the porch, his eyes and senses alert."Ten minutes," he reminded me."No problem," I told him, unlocking the door and switching on the lights. "Aunt Claire?" I called, just to make sure. When no one answered, we moved inside.Connor made me wait in the doorway while he searched the house. When he was satisfied, I ran to my room,. "My name Buck. I do live right next door. I just got back from a trip after graduation. I've been away for a few weeks. I thought you were the old neighbors. The Thomas family. They let me borrow some tools. I was just bringing them back." I said. I then handed her the small plastic tool box. She smiled. "Tools??? That a first one for me. Where you next door working on your tan or do you usually walk around with no shirt?" she said as she bite her pinkie finger in her mouth. I finally noticed. A dark corner of a smoke filled house where sweet strawberry mulled instantly with ice and puffs from a weed lagoon with smoke snaking through its three tentacles into the beckoning lungs of youthful lounging girls, one guy tarted up in years but not bedraggling them, and another guy like a formation of rocks trying to adjust his mound to appear as a mountain might had it the valleys and plains to lord over. Three of them were nineteen years of age and full of capers, the other in the tumult of.