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strange urge to protect her given her exiguous build, but she knew that she’d never be able to mimic them when it came to rearing her own kids. Really, it was just one more thing that she had to feel guilty about. The idea of putting down a good book to call her daughter twice a day made Leigh want to curl up and have a nap!
    But she had a bath to look forward to and her parents were far, far away (she hoped- she’d called their home line a few times just to make sure that they weren’t hiding on the back of her tour bus) and so, Leigh set the handmade nightie aside, along with the real estate section she’d nabbed from a newspaper in the One Thousand Islands district for perusal later, and made a beeline for the bathroom the moment that the receiver was back in the phone’s cradle. She already regretted having told them what had happened, but resigned herself to the fact that they would have gotten it out of her any way, and worried just as much- even if she had been safely back on home soil and forty-five years old by the time she’d confessed how careless she had been with her belongings.
    This is good for them- and for me. I can take this passport and iPad nonsense, and turn it around- proving that I can handle myself just fine, especially in times of trial!
    Leigh stripped out of her clothes as she told herself this, and slipped into the huge bath, groaning and moaning in both pleasure and pain as the too-hot water burned the day off her skin and relaxed her tense muscles.
    Yes, this can be a good thing. I’m twenty-three, I’m responsible and I’m rational… when I’m not imagining men, that is! And once I get home, they’ll see that, won’t they? That I survived without them? Then maybe, maybe when I finally tell them that I plan on moving here, they’ll let me go a little easier, right? Even though I’m their only child, right?
    Right?
    But not even Leigh’s optimism could bail her out of that conundrum. Using her heavy heart as a sinker, Leigh submerged beneath the maple syrup scented water and exhaled her woes in buttery-sweet bubbles.

Two
    T he bath was heavenly, and Dirty Dancing was playing on the flat screen above it and so Leigh had stayed in the spa for an hour, happy to have a love story to focus on that didn’t include a certain someone or dredge up a plethora of cringe-worthy memories. As she soaked, she drooled over the in-room dining menu and Patrick Swayze’s moves, wondering idly if she should take up ballroom dancing again to ‘get back out there’ as her mother so often prompted her to do.
    Leigh didn’t like being ‘out there,’ because the men out there had never compared to the men in her books, but she had tried her hand at many activities over the years in her lame attempts to meet someone who could live up to her romantic fantasies- and to shut her mother up. There had been a lot of bad moves made; joining a fire-twirling group had led to a rather drastic hair cut, and cricket had been so boring that she’d actually fallen asleep and knocked down the wickets... but her Latin dance classes were one of the few things that she actually regretted giving up after it had proved romantically pointless. She’d loved the dancing, and she’d really loved the idea of hooking up with a man who could actually move, but the same old regulars had come week in and week out, and none of them had been dateable. They’d either been gay and a waste of her time, or sleazy to the point where Leigh hadn’t been comfortable assuming a Tango hold with them, let alone anything they’d suggested and so, she’d switched to belly dancing classes. That phase had lasted a whole seven weeks, until her mother had learned of them and had started huffing that she’d only meet eligible lesbians there!
    Leigh had taken up tennis after that, at her mother’s insistence, and that was what she’d been doing when she’d decided to stop wasting money on stupid hobbies to meet man, and go overseas to