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She must have made a sound, because suddenly both of them were looking at her. The expression of pleasure in their dark eyes was subtly different, but they had almost identical smiles of welcome on their faces.

“Lissa! You’re late! Papa has already started the story,” Taddeo exclaimed. “Come and sit next to me so you can see the pictures.”

When she hesitated, Matt seconded the invitation, but the expression in his eyes wasn’t nearly so candid.

“Yes, Lissa. Come and sit next to us so you can find out if the sky is really falling down.”

There was a sweet pain in leaning close to the two of them to share the book, knowing that it was a once-in-a-lifetime thing. One half of her mind was relishing every nuance, from the fresh, soapy smell of Taddeo’s skin to the deep resonance of Matt’s voice. The other half was desperately trying to preserve even a little distance, so that when she was no longer part of the circle, her heart wouldn’t forever mourn their loss.