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didn't look like she was about to burst into tears at any given moment like she did a few months ago."
    "Time heals all wounds, or so they tell me." Amy picked up one of Jo's hands and examined it, touching and feeling each individual finger, watching the water run down the palm and
    across the wrist. She loved Jo's hands. Feminine but strong, they could caress skin gently
    or wield a power tool with vicious precision.
    Jo placed a soft kiss on her temple. "The first two guests seemed to get along very well."
    "They did, didn't they?"
    "And you were worried."
    "Not about those two," Amy said. "Not really. I mean, how do you not immediately fall in love with Molly?"
    "It's impossible."
    Amy pressed her lips together as her thoughts turned to her dear friend. "I don't think
    things are good for her right now."
    Jo inhaled deeply and Amy could feel her nodding. "I know. I feel the same way."
    "Maybe when Kristin gets here, you could take her out behind the garage and rough her up a little bit? Beat some sense into her?"
    Jo grinned. "Think that'll help?"
    "I don't know. It might."
    "Kristin's not a bad person, honey. You and I both know that. A blind person, maybe..."
    Amy snorted. "Do you think she has any idea what she has in Molly? How many women would
    give their right arm to be with her?"
    Amy had known Molly for nearly thirty years and there was barely a moment that she
    hadn't adored her. When they were young, their parents were friends and twelve-year-old
    Amy had often babysat four-year-old Molly. Despite the odds their age difference stacked
    against them, they remained friends, drifting apart for a few formative years during high
    school and college, but getting back in touch when Molly was coming to terms with her
    sexuality.
    "I'll say it again. Kristin's not a bad person. I like her very much. So do you."
    "I don't like what she's doing to Molly."
    Jo pressed her nose into Amy's hair. "Don't take this the wrong way, okay? But it takes
    two to tango."
    Amy ran her hand along Jo's thigh, accepting the statement for what it was: the truth. "I know. I wish I knew how to help."
    "Maybe you can't. Couples go through stuff, baby," Jo said, her voice gentle as a light breeze. "It happens."
    "It's never happened to us." Amy felt Jo's arms tighten around her and squeeze, tender fingertips skimming across her stomach in lazy, circular patterns.
    "We're lucky."
    "I'm still worried about Molly."
    "I know you are."
    "I think she's worried and I don't know how to help her. She loves Kristin so much and I think she has this dread setting in. Like she knows something has to be done, but she has
    no idea what. And she's afraid. I hate that she's afraid."
    "You are such a sweet woman. You know that?"
    Amy turned so she could look into Jo's eyes. "Tell me I'll never have to worry about us
    falling apart."
    Jo's gaze never wavered. "You will never have to worry about us falling apart. Ever."
    "Promise?"
    "I promise."
    "I love you, Joanna." Amy's voice was just above a whisper and she barely got the words out before Jo's mouth covered hers.
    They kissed slowly, deeply, with little urgency but with a complete, comfortable knowledge
    of one another's bodies. Amy was always amazed by how well they knew each other. Their
    lovemaking could be primal and raw, but more often than not, it seemed almost an extension
    or continuation of a hug, a conversation, a simple touch. It was common for an intimate
    exchange of dialogue to blend into foreplay, then blend into lovemaking without any clear
    lines between the three. It was a by-product of their years together, their knowledge of
    one another, and Amy loved it. Like now.
    She couldn't pinpoint the exact moment when Jo's fingers had moved between her thighs,
    but then.. .there they were, pressing, softly exploring, creating a wetness that was thicker
    and hotter than the bathwater, spreading it over and around Amy's suddenly swollen flesh.
    Amy opened her legs willingly, as much as she could in