Thanks for the great reviews! Oh and someone asked about the joint story me and Lucy-Jane was working on, she up and disappeared on me..i haven't heard from her in forever. i really liked the story too..but it was a joint effort and she had all the joint account info..so im kinda stuck!


Misha set a salad on the patio table, the baby was napping and they decided to eat outside on the deck. It was a gorgeous day for it. She sat put two plates and silverware out for them and sat down , watching Mark over the the grill. He was a handsome man. His big body moving with a certain amount of grace. His big tattooed arms moving. Misha sighed, she was never one for tattoos, but she sure liked them on him.

Mark lifted the steaks onto a plate and turned around to catch her staring at him, he grinned as her face flushed red, but he didn't say a word. He didn't want to totally embarrass her, but it was nice to know she found him attractive too.

Mark sat the steaks on the table. "I'm going to grab us some tea..I'll be right back."

Misha just nodded, embarrassed she had got caught staring at him like a love sick puppy, but she couldn't help herself.

Her phone rang and Misha took it off the clip at her waist. "Hello."

"Hello Misha..its George."

Misha smiled. George Danvers worked at the bank, he was old friend of her fathers and when the bank had come after them for her fathers massive debts he had incurred from loans and the second mortgage on the house, George had done everything he could to help her, he even helped with the funeral for her dad. "Hey George how are you?"

"Fine fine, and I hope you are, did you get that job you were telling me about."

"Yes I sure did, Trini and I are doing great." Misha said.

"Thats great, the reason I called was about your dad's debts, we managed to get enough from the sell of the house and his paintings to pay off all he owed..but well a Mister Talecio came by the bank the other day, claimed your dad owed him five hundred thousand dollars." Misha gasped. "What?"

"Now don't worry, from what I understand this was some kind of personal loan and like I told him, legally he cant get the money back, it seems he was hoping to get some money from the bank, if there any left."

Misha sighed in relief, she hated the fact that her dad died owing someone money, but there was no way she could ever pay back that much money.

Misha said her goodbyes and hung up the phone just as Mark walked out with the tea. "Everything okay?"

Misha nodded and took the tea from him."Just the bank about some things to do with my father's estate."

Mark nodded and sat down, they both dung into to lunch. "Mark you're right this steak is much better than I could get anywhere else."

Mark grinned. "I'm glad ya came home for lunch. Misha, in a couple of days I have to go on the road..I'm going to be doing some work for Vince for a couple of weeks, will you and the girls be okay?"

Misha nodded, even though she was less than thrilled to know Mark was going to be gone for a couple of weeks. "Sure..we'll be fine..I don't want you to worry."

Mark sighed. "Well you got my cell, if you guys need me just call, but you're right, you're ten times better with my kids than I am..you guys will be fine."

Misha smiled. "That may be so, but speaking for myself and I'm sure the girls, we'll miss you."

Mark set his knife and fork down and leaned back in the chair smiling." That so?"

Misha smiled blushing a little and Mark caught his breath at how beautiful she was. "Yeah that's so..." She said softly.

Mark was to caught up in looking at her her, smelling the scent of her body wash and just being sitting so close to her. "Ya know I hate shopping."

Misha burst out laughing. "I figured as much, so why did you volunteer to go with me?"

Mark had a very serious look on his face."Because I wanted to to come home."

Misha looked at him the smiled leaving her face, what exactly did he mean by that.

Mark looked at her intently. "I think since I hate shopping so much, maybe just maybe you should offer me a little incentive," He finally grinned. "Maybe a kiss."

Misha turned red and her breath left her, a kiss, she was going to pass out for sure, but Mark was through pussy footing around, he was going to be gone two weeks, he didn't want horse boy over here moving in on Misha, he figured he better do something and a proper kiss seemed as good as place as any to start.

Mark reached out and took her hand, tugging her gently out of her chair. "Ummmm I dunno Mark.."

Mark smiled and pulled her briskly in his lap, causing her to squeal and jump. "Settle down..its just a kiss."

To Misha it felt way more than just a kiss, she was sitting in his lap, her bottom pressed to his thighs, his big arms wrapped around her, she could barely breathe. "Now how about that kiss." Mark whispered his lips already hovering close to hers.

Misha just sighed and leaned forward the two inches and pressed her soft lips to his. Mark groaned as soon as their lips touched and he pulled her warm body closer to his , his big hand rubbing circles on her back , as his lips moved sweetly over hers.

Misha was lost, her head spinning as he kissed her, his tongue gently nudging at her lips. Misha parted her lips and groaned when his tongue swept in her mouth to taste and pillage her completely, her arms wound around his neck pulling him closer, their kiss deepening.

Mark couldn't get enough of her taste , her smell the feel of her soft body pressed to his, he practically growled as he hitched her tight against him and kissed her thoroughly.

Misha played with his long hair as they kissed, her finger restless as they knotted in his hair. Finally they both had to breathe and Mark pulled back. "I think we can go shopping now."

Misha laughed and blushed at the same time. "I think maybe we should."

Mark pressed one more quick kiss to her lips before he let her up. "I'll clean up down here if you go and get Lexi ready."

Misha nodded and stood there just looking at Mark and he just smiled back at her, God he wanted to take here right here on the deck, but he knew that was a horrible idea for now anyway. "Misha..the baby..."

Misha blushed and turned around heading back in the house and Mark sighed. Two weeks, the thought of being away from the girls and Misha for two weeks made him cranky, but hell he couldn't be here all the time, what the hell was wrong with him, he was afraid he might be becoming domesticated. "Noo fuckin way." he muttered to himself as he cleared the dishes of the table. "No way."