"Do we have to leave now, Stefan?" Bobbie implored as she watched him rise. "Carly's just about to address the crowd. I really wanted to stay for that."

      "We are not leaving, Barbara." Realizing his tone was far harsher than he intended it to be, Stefan took Bobbie by the hand. "Forgive me. My mind is not focused upon the festivities. I have a most…pressing matter that I must resolve. Tonight." The last statement rang with a conviction Stefan felt with every fiber of his being. "Again, it is not necessary that you leave, Barbara," he explained. "I shall send a driver back for you."

      "Goodnight, Barbara."

      His voice was carried along on a whisper. Offering up a small smile, he leaned in. Bobbie did likewise, her huge almond-almond shaped eyes fluttering closed as she awaited the brush of his lips against hers.

      Moments later her eyes widened in shock in response to the feel of the softness of his lips caressing the back of her hand instead.