Okay, so almost immediately after I published this I thought of a better ending. I WAS just going to replace the chapter but as many have read it already I thought I would throw you a proper Diva ending...well, almost.

Later…

Cal leaned back against the counter and shoved his hands in his pockets as Gillian sat and slowly sipped her wine. She eyed him suspiciously as he watched her with a mischievous glint in his eye that she was only too familiar with. "What?" she asked flatly, trying not to let her amusement show.

"Oh nothin'. I was just wondering what was going through Emily's head when she walked in on us putting up the tree earlier." He knew he was barely concealing his grin now.

"Oh?" Gillian looked slightly confused. "OH! You mean…you don't really think she thought…" She couldn't finish her sentence as a deep blush rose in her cheeks.

"Probably not, probably not. Then again, she is my daughter, eh? Anyway, I'd guess we're safe. I mean, it was quite obvious we were putting up a tree," he said, voice lowering as he walked around behind her, placing his palm against her hip as he pressed into her back. With the tip of a finger he brushed her hair away from her neck softly. "Oh course if she'd come home an hour earlier…"

"You would have had a LOT of explaining to do." She gasped as his lips found the spot on her neck that sent shivers down her spine every time.

"Want to tempt fate? Emily said she'd be home in an hour," he mouthed against her skin.

"Absobloodylutely," she murmured as her hands twined in his hair.

~Fin~