"Hello." I smile as she leads me into her house by the hand. Her touch is warm . . . familiar. "How are you?" I ask.
"Good now that you're here." She takes me in her arms, and I smile down at her. There's a bond between us that can never be broken. Realizing what I'm doing, I pull out of her arms and stand back. Being in her arms wasn't on today's agenda.
Her face falls before she quickly recovers. "Any news on the sabotage?"
"No, none yet."
She watches me for a moment, and her knowing eyes hold mine. "You have something on your mind. What is it?"
"I've met someone."
"Don't." She turns her back to me and walks to the kitchen and puts the kettle on.
"I couldn't help it." I walk up behind her and put my hand out to touch her and then recoil it. I take a safe step back.
"Don't tell me
