Bonnie had spent almost the entire day sifting through hundreds of Monkee photographs searching for the perfect group and singles pictures to release for the upcoming fan magazine mass mailing. By the time she got home, she was half blind and more than a little annoyed.
"Hey babe," Nesmith called out to her from the music room. "Late night, huh? How'd it go?"
She staggered in and flopped onto the sofa next to him.
"It would've gone a lot better if I could find a single goddamn head shot of Mike Nesmith smiling as if he meant it."
"Is that all?" Mike put down his guitar and gave her enough sugar to make her forget her hard day before advising, "Hell, Morris, that's easy."
After recovering from the kiss she'd been needing all day, she had to ask.
"Easy? Well do tell me how." Suddenly she was basking in the light of the smile that could only be real.
"Make sure you're there for me to smile at."