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helped her out, then put her seat forward. A basket of calla lilies waited there behind the seat. He grabbed them, and took Carlee’s hand. Quietly they walked to her gravesite and stopped. The headstone had a pedestal just big enough for Carleeto sit on and she sat down watching the birds, looking out at the river ahead in the distance. Andy stood quiet a moment and finally, he said, “Ready? ”
    She rose and took his hand. It was something she ’d done the very first time they went there together. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…” they sang.
     
    ~ ~ ~
     
    Three weeks later, Adaleigh arrived. She drove straight to the studio and arrived just before Marco did. “Don’t you just have a spare room at your place,” she asked Andy.
    “ Nope, Carlee lives with me part-time, so no. I won’t do anything to jeopardize that. The hotel I told you about is on the beach, just a few blocks from the here.”
    “ That’s a shame, Andy Stevens” she said in a seductive way that he didn’t like. “I was so looking forward to spending time with you…”
    B ut before she said anything more, he added, “I told you before I agreed to this my studio hours are ten to six. I won’t give up my time with Carlee, for any reason. We have five weeks of hard work, with Marco, before her school is out. Her dad is taking her to Atlanta for a few days, and then I will have her most of the summer.”
    Adaleigh put a pout on her face, “You sound so mean.”
    “ No, I sound like someone who has a job to do, and I’m going to tell you now, I am not interested in anything more than work with you.” He laid it all out. He made no bones about what he meant, left nothing to question.
    We ’ll see, she thought.
     
    Things were going smoothly until two weeks later when Marco had a family emergency in Houston, and unexpectedly John wanted to change weekends. Andy found himself alone.
    Friday morning , he went to the studio to find Adaleigh waiting in her car. “Where’s Marco?” she asked.
    He dreaded answering the question, but replied, “Family emergency.”
    “ Oh,” she replied.
    “ Let’s get busy.”
    “ Yes, let’s,” she replied and Andy rolled his eyes.
     
    Later, he was at the soundboard listening to a playback and she came up behind him. “Well?”
    “ Sounds good.”
    “ No, I meant, where’s Carlee?” she said.
    He looked at his watch, 6:10, so she knew Carlee wasn ’t coming.
    “ She’s with her dad.”
    “ That’s nice,” she replied and ran a lazy finger across his back. “So you’re free for dinner.”
    “ No, I’m tired; I’m going home. I know Marco scheduled time with you for tomorrow so I’ll see you here at eleven.”
    “ Oh, come on, The Bistro is good…”
    “ I know. I go there often.”
    “ Good, so join me for dinner,” she suggested.
    “ Adaleigh, I told you, I’m not interested…”
    She interrupted him, “I’m asking you to join me for a meal. We’ll talk about the album. I’m tired of eating alone.”
    He thought a minute before he replied. “I’ll meet you there.”
     
    On the way, Adaleigh’s mind was on full tilt, 90mph in one direction – an evening alone with Andy Stevens. Andy’s mind, however, was in slow motion on dread. Being alone with her was the last thing he wanted.
    She met him at the door, and slipped her arm through his as they entered. “Good evening, Mr. Stevens,” the hostess said and led them to his usual table.
    “ I’ll have the Chenin Blanc,” he said, ordering his usual.
    “ I’ll have the Erotica, please.”
    “ Excuse me?” the surprised waitress replied.
    “ If the bartender doesn’t know, it’s four parts champagne, one part gin and a splash of lemon juice, dust the rim of the champagne glass with sugar,” she replied and the waitress walked away.
    “ Damn, Adaleigh, this is Carlee’s favorite restaurant. We come here all the time and you had to ask for that?”
    “ It’s my favorite drink, I’ll let you