Note: Just wanted to say thanks for all the wonderful reviews so far. I'm glad you guys are liking this! A few people have asked if there's going to be some Mimi/Roger... maybe, but there's also Benny to consider...

Joanne sighed, fidgeting in her seat. The secretary's phone rang. She answered it, speaking too softly for Joanne to hear anything. When she hung up, she looked over to Joanne.

"Dr. Cohen will see you now."

"Thank you."

Joanne knew the office well enough to find Dr. Cohen's on her own. She'd wanted to cancel this meeting but had to settle for hoping it wouldn't take long. She knocked on his door.

"Come in," a voice called.

Mark stood when she came in, extending his hand.

"Ms. Jefferson, nice to see you again."

"Dr. Cohen," she said, nodding as she shook his head.

Mark shuffled through the papers on his desk. "Okay, so you're here for which case?"

Joanne pulled her copied files from the black briefcase. "Jenna Harrison."

"Oh yes. She's been in foster care since age eight, now age fourteen."

"Yes. Now…the courts are considering returning her to the custody of her mother."

Mark found the file he was looking for and flipped it open.

Angel stood up as Collins paid the bill. "Honey, that waitress, what was her name?"

"Mimi. She took a couple of my classes last year. Smart girl."

"Mmhmm…"

"You find a new muse?" he asked, following her gaze to the petite Latina.

"I think so. Give me a minute to talk to her?"

"I'll be waiting outside," Collins said. He kissed her quickly and left the restaurant, waving to Mimi.

Angel sauntered over to Mimi. She tapped the girl's shoulder. "Excuse me, I have a question for you."

Mimi looked surprised. "For me? Okay…"

"Have you ever modeled?"

Mimi blushed. "No…no, that sort of thing's not for me."

"What about being a muse?"

"I thought muse just meant inspiration."

"Well it does, but I have some ideas for my new line that I'm not quite able to get to work on mannequins. Would you be willing to come by my studio and help me out? Model some things and help me figure out what's working or not working?"

Mimi's face lit up. "Oh wow…I would love to! I absolutely…wow!"

"Marquez! Table seven is still waiting!"

"Sorry, I gotta go."

Angel handed her a business card. "Just give me a call and we'll set it up."

"Thanks. I'll do that."

Maureen drove straight to the grocery store, her mind still reeling over Roger's sudden reappearance. Mark would be so excited. She knew it always made him sad to think of how they'd lost touch. What were the odds that six years later, his daughter would be in Maureen's class? She smiled to herself as she picked up the ingredients she needed.

As she packed the groceries into the car a short while later, her phone rang. Maureen dug the cell out of her purse. "Hello?"

"Hey, baby. Just wanted to tell you I'm on my way home."

"Okay. I'm just heading home from the store so I'll meet you there."

"Store? Thought we were just doing take-out?"

"We were but I changed my mind."

"Oh. Okay. Well I'll see you when we both get home then."

"Okay. Love you, pookie."

"Love you too."

Roger fixed a snack for Maria when they got home.

"Okay, honey, Daddy's got to go take a shower and change. You stay in the house, okay?"

"Okay. Can I wear my new dress to Mrs. Cohen's house?"

"Sure."

She grinned and went back to the table with her snack.

Roger pulled some slacks and a casual gray button-down from his closet. He showered quickly and hurried back to the kitchen to help Maria get ready. He hadn't seen Mark in years. Or Maureen, until this morning. He hoped Mark would be as happy to see him as Maureen had.

"Mar, where'd you go?"

"I can't find it!" he heard her yell.

Roger went down the hall to her bedroom. She stood in front of her dresser pouting. "What's the matter, honey?"

"I can't find my dress!"

"Did you look in the closet?"

She uncrossed her arms and smiled. "Oh yeah!"

Roger grinned and went to the closet, pulling down the green jumper dress. "Here you go. And how about your white tights with it?"

She made a face. "Socks. No tights. They's all itchy."

"Okay. Socks and your black shoes with the bows?"

She nodded. "And after I change can we braid my hair?"

"Sure, honey. I'll be back in a minute, okay?"

Maria nodded and followed him to the doorway, shutting the door behind him. He had to smile at how grown-up she acted. Shaking his head, Roger went to the kitchen and cleaned up the plate and cup Maria had left on the table. He was finishing up when she came out. Maria had managed to get the dress on and the socks, but somehow looked ready to cry.

"You okay, Mar?"

"Shoes hurt."

Roger knelt down. "They're on the wrong feet."

"Oh."

"Want me to fix 'em?"

Maria nodded and sat down so he could switch her shoes.

"Okay, kiddo, now go get your brush so we can fix your hair."

Maria jumped to her feet and ran down the hallway.

"No running in the house!"

"Sorry, Daddy!"

Roger cringed when he realized what he'd said. "I'm turning into my mother," he muttered.

Mark arrived home before Maureen. He set his messenger bag down and hung up his coat and scarf. When Maureen's car pulled up in front of the house, he went out to help her bring the bags in.

"Hi, honey," she said, kissing him.

"Hi, baby. How was class?"

"Great. I'll tell you about it in a minute. First tell me how your day was."

"Fine," he said, taking the bags from the backseat. "Nothing special."

"How'd the meeting with the social worker go?"

"Fine. Just a typical meeting."

Maureen nodded, shutting the front door behind them. She smiled, staring at him a minute.

"So…why do I get the feeling you're not telling me something?" he asked, smiling back at her.

"We're having company for dinner."

"Long as it's not my parents, that's fine."

"No, not your parents."

Mark's smile dimmed a little. "Tell me it's not your parents."

She laughed and hit his arm lightly. "Hey!"

"Teasing, babe. Who's coming?"

"Roger."

"Roger Davis?"

She nodded.

Mark's face lit up. "Oh wow! I haven't seen Roger since the wedding! How's he doing? Wait, no—how did you see Roger?"

"His daughter's in my class."

Mark froze. "His what?"

"Daughter. It's a term used by English-speaking people to reference female offspring."

"Ha ha, very funny. I meant, are you serious? Roger has a daughter?"

"Yeah. Remember April?"

"Ericsson?"

"Yeah. They had a baby. April died in childbirth though."

"You got all this in front of the kid?"

"No. She was there, but he just said she hadn't made it. He didn't, like, go into details or anything."

"Hm…wow…that's…that's so weird. Roger's got a kid and she ends up in your class?"

"I know. Wild, huh?"

"Very," Mark said, sliding his arms around her waist. "So, uh, just how long do we have before they get here?"

Maureen glanced at her watch. "Told Rog six-thirty."

"Good," Mark said, leaning in to kiss her.

Maureen kissed him and turned in his arms, her back now pressed against his chest. "Baby, I got to cook dinner."

"In a minute," he said, kissing her neck.

"Baby, I'm serious!" she laughed.

"So am I. This won't take long, I promise," he said, laughing.

Maureen reached behind her and swatted his arm. "Later."

"I'm holding you to that," he warned.

Maureen smiled. "Good. Now go inside and let me cook."