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and there was a taut heat between her thighs.
    "We're competing against the Columbia Community Center's team," Kristin was telling Greg. She seemed pleased by his interest. "A bus will take us over there and bring us back. Columbia is very good. They really beat us last year, but we've been practicing all summer and we've won our last two meets. I hope we beat them this time."
    "I hope so too, Kristin," Greg said heartily. "And I wish you the best of luck."
    Kristin blushed. "Thanks, Dr. Wilder."
    "Kristin!" chorused three similarly attired young gymnasts who had arrived at the screen door. "Are you ready to go?"
    Greg unlocked his hands and Maggie rushed to the door where Kristin had already admitted her friends. Maggie couldn't remember ever being so glad to see them. "Hi Jen, Hi Jenny, Hi Jennifer," she greeted them.
    "Hi, Mrs. May," the girls answered in unison.

    "Do you have time for a quick snack?" Maggie asked hopefully.
    "Not now, Mom," replied Kristin.
    "Well take you up on it later, Mrs. May," one of the Jennifers added.
    Kristin gave her mother a quick kiss on the cheek and the little group departed, calling their good-byes.
    And leaving Maggie alone with Greg. "I hope they win today, they try so hard," she said, staring out the screen door.
    "I hope they win too," Greg said. "I never realized how much Kristin looks like you, Maggie. The same wide-set green eyes, the same nose turned up with a smattering of freckles. And almost the same hair color. You—" He broke off and Maggie glanced over at him, only to find his gaze riveted to her body.
    A quick glance down at herself revealed why. She was standing in the sunlight and every curve of her body was visible through her now translucent robe and nightgown. Her nipples pointed boldly outward and Greg stared at them. Maggie's mouth was dry and she wanted to sink with mortification. Darting from the revealing shaft of sunlight, she sought refuge in the shadow of the staircase.
    Greg followed her to stand at the foot of the stairs as Maggie backed up a step. His gaze had shifted and she drew a shaky breath of relief. It was time to remind them both of their proper roles of mother and father. Their safe roles. "Can you believe that Kristin's three best friends are all named Jennifer?" she said. "We call two of them Jen and Jenny just to keep them straight."
    Greg smiled and said nothing and Maggie felt compelled to rattle on. "Jennifer was the number one girls name in America the year that Kristin was born. We, Johnny and I, briefly considered it ourselves, but when four couples we knew and my brother and his wife had baby girls that year and named them Jennifer, we switched to Kristin. Kristin Jennifer." She was talking too much and too fast. When she

    lifted her eyes from the third button on his rugby shirt and stole a look at his face, she found Greg smiling in a reminiscent way.
    "Jennifer was the number one name the year Paula was born too. And I must confess, Alicia and I also considered it. But, like you, we knew too many couples with Jennifers born that year so we went with Paula Jennifer."
    They both laughed at that. She liked the way Greg's eyes sparkled when he laughed, Maggie realized, staring into the warm aquamarine depths. And the way he smiled was incredibly appealing. Swallowing, she took another step backward. "If you 11 excuse me a moment, Greg—uh, Dr. Wilder—I'll just run upstairs and get dressed." She was already slowly backing up the stairs as she spoke. She had to escape from the overwhelming potency of his attraction, to regain her already shattered composure.
    "The boys aren't going to want to wait for their pancakes," Greg warned.
    "Oh, this will only take a minute." She backed up another step, putting her halfway to the top, and carefully folded her arms in front of her chest to cover herself.
    He put one foot on the bottom stair. "I make you nervous, don't I, Maggie?"
    She was floored by his bluntness. "N-no! Of course not!" Her voice