He saw Sharon two more times when he took the boys to ballet, but he spent most of the time with his eyes glued to her. When she demonstrated a few moves for her students, he couldn't even force his eyes away. He didn't want to. His infatuation with her did little for his understanding of what was going on or why the boys were so excited. It took Sharon entering the dressing room on his last day taking his grandsons to ballet and resting her hand on his arm for him to focus.

"You all look incredible," she told her students, smiling proudly. "You've done some incredible work and you're going to do amazing this weekend. Now," she paused and rested her hands on her hips. "We'll meet here tomorrow morning at 6:30. The bus is leaving promptly at 7am, so come prepared."

Andy's brow furrowed and he glanced at Tommy and Harry, cursing himself for whatever he had missed. Nicole had said they didn't have ballet over the weekend; not that he had other plans regardless.

"We won't be back late, but it will be a long day," Sharon continued and Andy shook his head a little. "Get some rest and I'll see you all tomorrow."

Her students cheered and immediately grabbed their things to follow their parents out the door. Andy remained, still more than a little confused, despite Tommy tugging on his sleeve and whining about hunger.

"I'm starving!" Tommy dragged the word out and pouted pitifully up at Andy.

"Me too! Grandpa Andy, please can we go?" Harry added.

Andy looked down at them. "Yeah, yeah. We'll get going soon. What's this about tomorrow?" He directed the question at the boys, not realizing that Sharon had approached them with Harry's costume.

"We have a competition tomorrow," she answered, raising an eyebrow as she handed the costume to Harry. He looked apologetic as he took it and squished it into his bag.

"Oh. A competition?" Andy repeated dumbly.

"Mhmm." She hummed and smiled. "We're driving up to Hollywood; I want to be sure they have time to practice before, and with check-in and traffic, we need to leave early."

"Oh."

Sharon looked at him and tilted her head. "Nicole didn't mention this, did she?" Andy managed to shake his head. "It's no problem, is it? I can watch over the boys tomorrow if you can't make it."

He laughed to himself. A chance to spend an entire day with Sharon? Everything in him told him that was exactly what he shouldn't do—his previous mantra returned to his mind—but she was too good of company for him to say no, and he still wanted to spend the time with his grandsons.

"Uh, no. No problem at all, Sharon." He forced a smile to hide the direction his thoughts had taken and cleared his throat. "We'll be here at 6:30."

"I'm glad. I think you both have a great shot tomorrow." She held her hands up and the boys both jumped up to high five her. She laughed and stepped back.

"Goodbye, Ms. Sharon." Tommy beamed and grabbed hold of his bag, Harry following suit.

"Goodbye, boys. Goodbye, Andy." She smiled and her hand rested on his arm again briefly.

"See you tomorrow," he murmured as he guided his grandsons outside.

The next morning passed in a blur of sparkly costumes, singing, and dancing children. Andy barely saw Sharon as she hurried between students, trying to make sure everyone had what they needed. He barely saw his own grandsons as the scurried off with friends or found empty space to rehearse. He was impressed with how dedicated they were, but with a teacher like Sharon, he shouldn't have been too surprised.

No one got a break until halfway through the competition. His grandsons hadn't done their solos yet and he could tell they were starting to get nervous; they both went on not long after break, along with two of their fellow students. He hadn't seen Sharon since the awards were announced for the last category, but he didn't want to go asking around for her. Instead, he ducked out of the room dedicated to her dance studio in search of something resembling food or drink. The boys were fine, but his stomach was rumbling.

As he rounded a quiet corner, he nearly ran into Sharon. She looked up and took a step back, her hand holding her phone to her ear. He stopped immediately, an unspoken apology on his lips as he watched her.

"I told you what the deal was, Jack." She huffed and held a finger up to Andy before she turned around. "If you want to see Emily for her birthday, you'll have to call her yourself. And you damn well better be sober. Goodbye." She hung up without another word and slipped her phone into her pocket as she faced him again. "I'm sorry about that. My husband seems to call at the most inconvenient of times."

Andy tried not to let his confusion show on his face. "Oh, I'm sorry," he apologized, pausing to clear his throat. "I was just going in search of food or a soda. Something. Do you want anything?"

She was silent for a moment, her eyes on the wall behind him before she met his gaze. "Why not?" She shrugged and gestured for him to lead the way.

"Probably a better idea if I follow you. You know where you're going." He let out a short laugh and she laughed too before she started walking.

She led him to a small cafe where he insisted on buying their drinks and snacks. They took a seat at a table by the window, Sharon mostly picking at her muffin. Not wanting to pry, but still curious, Andy remained silent as he took a few bites.

"Is Emily your daughter?" he finally asked.

"She is," Sharon answered after she finished chewing. "My eldest of three. Ricky is my youngest, but then I adopted Rusty a few months ago."

"Adoption?" He raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. He knew so little about the woman in front of him, but he knew she had to have a big heart to consider adoption. "How did that come about?"

"It's… complicated," she sighed, her head shaking a little. "My husband is a lawyer when he actually manages to get to work and he ended up with the boy's case; he was a witness in a murder trial. I'm registered for foster care and he needed a friendly face, so I took him in. That was two years ago."

"That's incredible." He smiled and found himself reaching across the table to take her hand. His mind protested but she didn't; her fingers curled around his. "Really, it is. Taking in a stranger like that isn't something many people would do."

She shrugged and pushed her muffin around some more. "I suppose. He's a great kid, going to school for journalism now. I'm so proud of how far he's come."

"I bet. So, he's your youngest now?"

She nodded. "Emily will be 29 the end of the month, Ricky is 26, and Rusty is only 18."

"Emily is just a few years younger than Nicole, then," he commented.

They lapsed into silence while he finished his food and she drained the last of her tea, pulling her hand back from his. He missed the contact. After tossing their trash away, she returned to the table and adjusted her glasses.

"We should probably get back. The solos start in fifteen minutes and I want to make sure they're ready." She adjusted her glasses again and he nodded as he stood up.

"I'm sure Tommy and Harry could use some encouragement. They were nervous before I left." He cleared his throat and they started away from the cafe.

It took two turns before Andy was well and truly lost, but Sharon still seemed to know where she was going. He easily kept up with her until a door suddenly opened in front of them. He reached around and grabbed her arm to stop her from running into it, but her momentum caused her to stumble in her heels and she fell back into him. He caught her easily and they found themselves against the wall, the door that caused their predicament in the first place forgotten.

She looked up at Andy and he met her gaze, one arm wrapped around her and the other still holding on to her. Her lips parted open and her tongue darted out to wet her lips as they watched each other. After several long moments, she pressed against him and closed the distance between them. Her lips brushed against his and he kissed her back despite the warning bells in his head, getting lost in how soft her lips were and how enticing she smelled this close.

"Sharon…" he managed to breathe, the lack of personal space between them starting to affect him. She was already breathless in his arms. "You're married…"

Her brow furrowed and she leaned back just enough to look at him but still keep their contact. "I'm not," she answered simply. "Divorced. Recently. Just before I adopted Rusty."

"You're divorced?" he repeated, every complaint his mind had suddenly going silent. She nodded, her dark green eyes slowly scanning his face.

He didn't wait another moment before he kissed her again, his movements firmer and surer. She gasped and tangled her fingers in his hair; he slid his hand down her side to grip her hip and hold him close.

"Oh my god," she whispered when they finally parted for air again.

"Yeah," he agreed, smiling at the sight of her well-kissed lips. He resisted the urge to kiss her again.

"We… We really need to get back." She rested her hand on his chest, fingers lightly stroking the fabric.

"I know," he agreed, but neither made a move.

He bent and kissed her again before he took a step away to compose himself. She ran her fingers through her hair and then over her lips while he tried to adjust his pants as subtly as possible. She looked up at him and offered him a small but sly smile. He raised an eyebrow.

"Would you like to have dinner Monday night," he asked on a whim.

"Monday?" she repeated, her confusion obvious on her face.

"Nicole gets back tomorrow, so it's my first night without my grandsons," he explained, a hopeful smile resting on his lips.

"I'd love to have dinner with you Monday night, Andy." She messed with her hair again and his smile widened.

"You look great," he reassured her, "and I'll pick you up around six?"

"I'll be ready." She kissed him again and then resumed walking. He stared after her until she turned around and laughed. "Well, come on."

He shook his head and quickly caught up to her, trying to stop himself from grinning like an idiot. He had a date with Sharon Raydor and he had kissed her.