"I didn't think she could pull it off," Bobbie Spencer marveled.

      Her arm draped casually through that of her companion, as they made their way to their table she shook her head in awe as she took in the surroundings.

      It took every ounce of her self-control not to squirm with delight as his strong masculine hand gently descended upon hers. After all this time, his touch still could enflame her. She wasn't foolish enough to try and read anything more into the invitation he'd extended to her; she told herself their sole connection was the wonderful rapport she'd developed with his sons. That kiss from the other night was…

      Immediately, Bobbie realized thoughts of the man's marvelous mouth, and all that it was so very capable of, were not extremely wise to entertain at the moment. The very thought resulted in a warm fluttering between her thighs. Quickly, Bobbie shifted her focus to the night and celebration at hand.

      Without a doubt, her daughter had definitely shocked the hell out of her! Chuckling silently, Bobbie ventured it was the reaction of many in Port Charles tonight. The town's resident bad girl had come into her own it seemed. Her only regret was that Luke wasn't here to share in the moment.

      A wave of sorrow momentarily washed over Bobbie. The visits to him seemed to take more and more out of her, each being more emotionally draining and taxing than the one before. But at least she got to go home when it was all over. She shuddered to think how her big brother was handling life behind bars. Ferncliffe would be the death of him she feared. She just hoped he could do the court appointed time…

      Her thoughts were interrupted by the smooth, urbane voice tickling her ear.