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'Hi darling?' Kin was pleasantly surprised to hear Gin calling him. 'Hey,' Gin answered, 'are you busy this evening Kin?' 'Not for you or my son,' she could hear from his tone, he was smiling. 'I think Vin would be happy if you popped by,' she suggested. 'Really?' She could hear the elation in Kin's tone. Gin relayed to Kin how Vin was attempting to source information about his father from the internet. 'I'm sorry about that,' Kin sighed heavily. 'Gin, I do want to be with Vin and you every day, if you will allow it,' he urged. Gin heard the longing in his voice. 'Set our wedding date, Kin.' Kin was silently stunned, he could not believe his ears. Finally she was in agreement with him. He wanted to jump up and do a hop, skip and a jump. 'Kin?' 'Two weeks from today Gin, will you be ready?' Gin inhaled. She will do this, for Vin's sake. She will marry him, even if he was only going to marry her for their son's sake. 'Yes,' she confirmed. 'Kin ___ I trust fidelity is something you place a high value on?' She heard him laugh. 'You have my word, Gin. I will honour my vows to you, as you will to me,' he ordered. Of course. It goes without saying boss! 'Yes,' she agreed. Gin could not believe she was discussing nuptials over the telephone with a man who did not love her and she was mad enough to marry him. 'So you will get here soon ___ before Vin falls asleep?' she added belatedly. She heard the smile in his voice. 'I'm coming straight from my office. Is that okay with you? I don't want to waste time going home to shower.' You can shower here with me … 'You'll do,' she laughed. 'See you just now,' she cut the call, before she begged him to sleep over…in her bed. 'Hey Vin, you still busy with homework?' Gin walked into her son's bedroom again, with a big smile on her face. 'Almost finished mum,' he looked at her curiously. She seemed in a very good mood today. 'I wanted to talk to you,' Gin smiled. She lifted Vin off his chair sat down, drew him onto her lap. She kissed the top of his head. He smelt fresh of shampoo and soap. 'Kin and I are getting married,' she informed her son. He smiled brightly 'All right,' Vin slapped a high five with his mother. 'Will Kin stay here with us?' Gin shrugged, 'we may move to his home, it's much huger.' 'Will grandma come with us? I want her to.' Gin smiled. 'We will ask her. 'Gin suspected her mum would want to give her and Kin the privacy to build their relationship privately. 'Why can't Kin live her, then I can still play with Brooklyn?' How could Gin explain about a man's pride and his need to be the provider? And Kin had a giant-sized ego. He would feel indebted to Gin and her family and Kin would not feel comfortable being indebted to anybody. In Gin's practical home, she and Vin shared a bathroom. Gin had offered her mum the ensuite master bedroom. Vin's bedroom did not have enough cupboard space. Each season, Gin had to store away the unseasonal attire that Vin would not make use of. Gin's bedroom was also tiny, just sufficient for her needs. How could they accommodate Kin here? He probably had five wardrobes. Gin heard the doorbell. Adrenalin surged through her in eager anticipation. 'That must be Kin,' she stood up. 'You'll be done in five minutes?' Vin nodded. 'How about you come down and say "hi" when you finish up?' 'Okay,' Vin nodded, excitedly. 'You have not showered yet?' Kin grinned taking Gin into his arms. She was still wearing the attire she had on at the hospital. 'Hi,' she kissed him. 'I shower before I climb into bed,' she murmured and I go to bed, clothed,' she informed him. Kin laughed, 'you won't when we get married,' his arms wrapped around her possessively, his mouth closing over hers. Gin sighed pleasurably, her hands cupping his face, as she kissed him back. 'Gin ___,' he murmurs against her lips. 'When we go on honeymoon, can we take Vin with? I don't want him to feel like I've stolen you away from him.' Gin looked into his face, her adoration for Kin grew another tenfold. 'That's a most unusual request,' she smiled. 'You know it's not good for Vin to cut school.' Disappointment engulfed him. She was going to say no. 'It will have to be a short honeymoon then,' she stated. 'I suppose Vin can skip a week of school.' 'Thank you,' Kin hoisted her up into the air and gently put her down again. Gin laughed. He really was the most unusual man. Most men would want to indulge in their own pleasures during a honeymoon. She smiled when he lowered his head and kissed her. After a lengthy kiss, Kin drew away. 'Vin asleep?' She shook her head. 'He will be down just now.' Kin took her hand, leading her into her lounge. 'Will you be free from twelve, tomorrow?' Kin asked, pointing for her to be seated, so he could. 'Yes,' she nodded. She had already instructed her assistant to move her schedule around clearing her appointments between twelve and two. That should give her and Kin sufficient time together. Excitement rushed through her. She felt like she was in high school again, sneaking around to neck with a boyfriend. 'Good,' Kin smiled. 'I'll come down to your surgery and we'll ___.' 'Hi Kin,' Vin came flying down the stairs. 'Hi Vin,' Kin stood up. He held out his hands. Wanting his son to come rushing into his arms, the way he did with his mum. Vin accepted Kin's hug, though one could hardly accuse him of demonstrating the same enthusiasm as he did for his mother. Gin listened to Kin drawing Vin into conversations about school, his homework, sport. Kin was patient, not presumptuous in any way as he skilfully conversed with his son in a rather laid back manner. Gin leaned back against the settee as she observed Kin. He was so attractive, still in his suit, he looked fresh and alert. He was comfortably lazing on his settee, his long legs stretched out in front of him, his body angled towards Vin, his arm casually on the back rest of the settee he and Vin shared. 'My parents would like to meet you,' Kin smiled at his son. 'If it's okay with you and mum, would you care to visit them on Friday evening for dinner?' Kin had already placed the order with his mum to make sure there was fried chicken and chocolate pudding on the menu. Vin looked up at his mum. Gin nodded with a smile. Vin nodded affirmatively but he leaned forward and whispered to Kin, 'could you tell your mother, I don't like broccoli.' Kin threw his head back and laughed. 'My mother stopped trying to get me to eat broccoli when I was six years old, so you can rest assured, there won't be any on the table. Kin made a mental note to remind his mother not to have broccoli on the menu. 'We haven't had dinner yet,' Vin hinted at Kin. Kin did not want to disappoint his son, but what if Shin had not prepared enough for an additional person at the supper table? 'I'm sure there is enough for you to join us,' Gin resolved Kin's dilemma. 'Thank you, then I accept,' he winked at Vin.' Kin stayed for dinner. He was rather entertaining at the table, having Vin, Gin and Shin in stitches about some of the lighter moments during his stint in Sudan. Reluctantly after about two hours, and after Vin got to stay up an additional hour, Kin bid his family good night. His parting words to Gin, when she had stepped out to kiss him good night was, "I can't wait for tomorrow." Neither could Gin, and even though her cheeks flamed from his redolent comments, she refrained from responding. For some inexplicable reason, Gin felt she owned Alice some sort of explanation. Nin Ra was her best friend since high school, and Alice came a close second to what one would term as a 'close buddy.' So the next morning Gin found herself knocking on the door of Alice's surgery. 'Oh Your Majesty, my apologies, I have not put out the red carpet for you as yet.' 'Alice ___ please don't be nasty.' 'Is it true Gin?' It was why she had come to visit him. She knew he would have heard the rumours. He was her friend, he had a right to at least hear it from her. 'Yes,' she murmured. 'When Gin ___ when did Arvis get the opportunity to make you pregnant again?' 'Alice ___ please.' Twin red spots coloured her cheeks brightly. He shook his head sadly, 'five years, I've lived in hope. I guess I was a fool huh?' He stood up. 'I should have got the message the first time you said no, but then I thought; I just needed to try harder.' 'I'm sorry Alice.' Gin was tempted to tell him, he was a wonderful person. It was not him, it was her, that there was a gorgeous woman out there waiting for him, she suspected he would blow a gasket at those patronizing words. 'We were just not meant to be together ___. Two people should be attracted to each other, we didn't have that.' 'I guess Arvis oozes charm and has bucket loads of charisma,' he shot at Gin. She looked away uncomfortably. Alice was a wonderful, dependable friend but a sore loser. 'At least you had the decency to come and inform me, even if I heard it first in the corridor.' 'I'm sorry,' she apologized again. 'Will I find somebody like you Gin?' He wanted to touch her and stopped himself. 'You're so humble, reliable, dependable, beautiful… so perfect.' 'I'm not perfect Alice. I have my faults, just like the next person.' My brain does not function around Kin. I wish I could be sterner with that big bully. 'Then I wish you luck Gin,' he smiled. 'Arvis better look after you.' 'Thank you,' she smiled. 'Do I get a hug?' 'Of course,' she extended her arms to him, breathing a sigh of relief. Now that was out of the way, Gin could look forward to her lunch time date with Kin. She was counting down the hours to twelve. After every patient, Gin was doing a mental calculation of the time. She felt a shot of adrenalin then at eleven forty five. The nerves in her fingers tingled in anticipation. Her palms became clammy. Silently she prayed no emergency would cancel out their plans, guiltily remembering the Hippocratic Oath that bound her and Kin to the call on their lives. It was with practised discipline then that she nodded, when at five minutes to twelve, a mother begged for Gin to attend to her four month old baby. Gin was quickly able to diagnose the colicky baby from the evident symptoms, bringing a relived smile to the mother's face. 'Sorry, I'm late,' she rushed out fifteen minutes later, to find Kin hovering in the corridor. Kin smiled. She did not object when he brazenly kissed her cheek. 'At least you did not cancel,' his arm curved around her waist as he led her to his car. 'That last patient was unscheduled,' she smiled apologetically. 'I was counting the hours,' he kissed her lips, before he opened the passenger door for her. Gin smiled, not that she was not doing exactly the very same thing. Kin opened the door and ushered Gin into his home. They stood in the hallway, his eyes locked with hers turning her body into fire … sexual tension tinged the air. Gin saw his chest rise and fall sharply. Her eyes admired the strong column of his throat, the powerful body, alert, infinitely virile. Kin remembered their previous two, times together, her beautiful smile, slender curves, shapely, long limbs wrapped around him. His fingers touched her shoulders, her arms. They left a burning trail, everywhere they touched. Gin's fingers bunched on his shirt. The sturdy muscles were so much more defined. Her fingers begged to trace over the lean flesh on his body. His powerful scent triggered her response … .her heart thumped. Slowly she turned her attention from his chest back to his eyes. The fever burned between them. She reached up, pressing her lips to his. His growl was low … . his muscles bunched, his pupils huge, his chest rose and fell sharply. His lips brushed her forehead, her tongue touched his collar bone. He nuzzled the side of her neck, her head angled, allowing him more access. Their mouths came together, they kissed … broke apart and kissed again urgently. Kin's kiss became gentle as he explored her mouth. Her fingers explored at his neck, tracing the pulse point. Gin's shirt was unbuttoned. Kin unzipped her pants and let it drop to her ankles. He admired her pretty, lace, nude two piece bra and panty. He smiled approvingly. She stepped out of her pants. The tips of his fingers brushed her shirt away and next, undid her bra freeing her aching breasts. She still possessed an athletically flat stomach; her breasts still pert. She looked sexy. Once again, his eyes found the tattoo irresistible. He longed to know what it symbolized. Gin saw where his eyes were focused; shyly she pulled him to her, her lips brushing his mouth tenderly. His touch her over shoulders, slowly shifted lower, caressing her breasts, her nipples. His mouth followed the same pattern, with his tongue tracing over her nipples. She opened her eyes, saw the intensity in his, as he held her against him. Gin lifted his shirt over his head. He reached out, his thumb circling her aroused dusty peaks. His tongue glazed over the sensitive nub, suckling on its tip. Gin could not contain the strangled sound of ecstasy. His hands ripped at her briefs, sliding them down. She was totally naked now. Kin lifted her into his arms, holding her naked body against his bare chest. With quick easy strides, he was gently laying her on his bed. Gin reached out, removing his belt. She unzipped him with unsteady fingers, slid his trousers and boxers down his muscular thighs. She longed to run her tongue over his hair roughened thigh. Kin leaned over her, the fine hairs on his chest, brushing over her naked skin. His tongue suckled, his teeth nibbled, at her responsive breasts. Gin clung to him, urging, pleading, groaning for more. "Kin __ I want ___." "tell me?" he urged huskily. "I want __ your mouth __ your tongue__." "Yes?" "Oh please don't make me say it," she begged. Kin laughed softly, his palm, stoked up her thighs, his fingers running riot on her inner thigh. Her lower back arched, thrusting towards him. He placed his palm on her inner thighs, spreading them apart. Her eyes opened, widened, blazed fiercely. His lips brushed her inviting thighs, his tongue moving more slowly up, marking a path to her sizzling core with hot breathless kisses. His tongue darted in and out of her hot moistness, hot, fast, hard, and urgent. "Kin ___ Kin!" Her nails dug into his shoulder. Her hips began a slow rocking movement. Gin groaned her pleasure, she wanted the torture to stop … she wanted him inside her. Gin had to touch him. Her hand reached down. She wanted to feel him throb, feel his body shudder in response, hear his breath catch, his soft groan of helplessness. She stroked him punishingly. Her thumb caressed the ridged velvety surface, moving over the top, circling around its wetness. 'Gin!' He made a guttural sound … like a cry of agony. She was delighted he felt the torture as well. Her thumb pressed harder. Her nails gently raked over his erect shaft. Her hands brought his head up, her mouth lifted, finding his. Their tongues embraced, locked with hurried urgency. He moved over her, pressing onto flat abdomen. His tongue caressed her mouth, moved down, over her throat, down past her navel. His palms gripped her bottom, moulding her to his mouth. Gin cried out as his tongue began the torture again. Her hips thrust upwards, he held her down long enough. Gin stroked his silken shaft. It was rock hard … she felt him shudder; teased the tip of him against her wet heat. Kin gasped, the sound rung in her ear like an animal in distress. He held her down, pinning her arms above her head and thrust deeply into her. She expelled an involuntarily gasp. His name tore from her lips. Gin gulped air into her lungs. She freed her hands, clinging to him as he rode her hard and fast, her hips, picked up his rhythm as he thrust deeper and deeper. Swaying to the momentum, she matched his fast powerful thrusts … until they reached the summit together and were free falling out of the atmosphere. They were panting breathlessly. Gin clung to Kin. Her lips brushed his indulgently before sliding to his shoulder, delighting in his salty flesh as she pressed feather kisses to his sweat glistened shoulder. Her satiated eyes shone brightly, her smile lit up her face. Kin gazed into the depths of her soul and thought he'd never seen anything more beautiful in his life. Gin's head was resting on his shoulder, her finger traced over the fine hairs on his chest. She wondered if it was as good for him as it had been for her. Her first time with Kin, she had been an inexperienced virgin, yet she had loved every second. Her second time had been quick and urgent and again totally fulfilling. Today, her third time, had been out of this world, amazing. It seemed to just getter better and better with practice. She smiled to herself, hiding her private analysis. Gin listened to the erratic beat of Kin's heart. His eyes were closed, his breathing erratic. She stayed nestled in his arms for an insurmountable time, her fingers cupping his face. Kin's palm was smoothly running up and down her spine in feathered movements. Gin looked up into Kin's eyes. 'What did you say to Julia, yesterday?' She whispered. Kin sighed heavily. He disliked being the heavy handed boss, but Julia could push anybody to the limits. 'I told her to start earning her salary by working; and to stop her management of the Arvis rumour mill.' 'I'm glad you didn't threaten her with her job.' 'I thought you'd be happy to be rid of that busybody.' Gin shook her head. 'I wouldn't wish for anyone to lose their jobs,' she murmured.' 'It's a good thing then, that I am such an awesome boss,' Kin boasted, draping his upper body over hers, making his intentions very clear. 'Kin ___,' her hands clasped his upper arms gently. 'We don't have enough time,' she murmured shyly. 'My next patient is scheduled in thirty minutes.' She wanted a quick shower and it would take them about fifteen minutes to drive back to the hospital. 'Where did the time go to? Kin groaned, burying his face between her upright, shapely breasts. She smiled. Her fingers raked through his hair. 'May I use your shower?' Her lips brushed his forehead. 'Only if you tell me about this tattoo,' he bartered, accompanied by a disarming megawatt smile. Gin managed a bashful smile. 'No,' she whispered, pushing him off her and escaping to his bathroom. On Thursday afternoon Gin was taking Vin up to Kin's office. He had asked again that morning, if his mum could fetch him, so he could go to his father's office. She had already spoken to Kin an hour ago. He was eagerly awaiting his son's visit. As usual, Lin wanted to play hard ball. Brave defiance etched in Gin's eyes. She held Lin's deep resentful, cold and unfathomable glare. But it was Vin who spoke, when Gin and Lin were engaged in their let's see who will back down first, staring contest. 'I would like to see my father,' Vin announced politely, clutching his mother's hand confidently. 'Excuse me!' Lin's jaw dropped. 'Dr. Kin Arvis, my father,' Vin emphasized. Lin's eyes narrowed. She did not believe it for a second. Clearly the boy and his mother were delusional, but the mother seemed to be Dr. Arvis's flavour of the week. 'I've told you not to arrive here without an appointment,' Lin glared at Gin. 'My father said I can visit him anytime I want. Now open the door,' Vin instructed. 'Calm down sweetheart,' Gin spoke softly to Vin. Lin was in shock. Mechanically her hand buzzed Kin, informing him of his visitors. Kin came rushing to the door, his face lit up at the sight of Vin. He opened his arms to an eager Vin. 'She is mean to my mum,' Vin pointed to Lin. 'I don't' like her,' the corded muscles stuck out on Vin's throat. Kin looked quizzically from Lin to Gin. Lin sunk lower in her chair. Kin tried to gauge something from Gin's face, but he could read nothing. 'Lin's just doing her job,' Gin murmured to Vin. 'You should get a new secretary. She is not nice,' Vin suggested to his dad. It required much effort for Kin not to looked amused. He recalled Vin instructing his mother to get a new boss. The boy did not suffer fools gladly. He was a Arvis, all right. Kin draped his arm around Vin's shoulder. 'I shall have a word with Lin, after your visit,' Kin smiled at his son. Vin laced Lin with a warning glare, before he walked into his father's office. Kin raised an eyebrow at Gin questioningly, as his other hand reached for hers, but Gin did not utter a single word. Her son had a fierce temper. He needed to control that. He could not just give his father instructions about his secretary. Kin invited Vin to help himself from the refrigerator. Vin helped himself to a coke. Kin offered to order up some lunch for Vin, but he was not hungry. There were chocolates in Kin's draw. He opened the drawer, looked at Gin for permission. She laughed and nodded. Kin smiled, offering the box to Vin. He did not refuse the chocolates. Vin wanted to talk about the wedding. He wanted it to happen soon. That made Kin very excited. They briefly discussed the guest list. Gin did not want a huge affair. Kin tried to coax Gin into suggesting a honeymoon location. She shrugged shyly, wanting Kin to make the decision. Kin broke the news to Vin that they were going on a week's holiday, to a yet undecided location. A jubilant smile broke out on Vin's face. He jumped up, doing a merry dance, making Kin and Gin break out in laughter. 'Is that jive because you're going to be cutting school or because you're going on holiday?' Gin teased. Vin smirked ecstatically, favouring his mum with one of his appealing sidelong glances. 'So you're looking forward to dinner with my folks tomorrow?' Kin smiled. 'Yes,' Vin nodded. 'Did you remember about the broccoli?' Gin and Kin laughed. Kin scratched his chin absently. 'My mum says the menu is already set and broccoli is on it,' Kin teased. 'Mum,' Vin looked at Gin pleadingly. 'Maybe, we can get there after they've eaten dinner. Kin can phone us and let us know.' Gin and Kin laughed again. 'You did remember you were invited to dinner,' Gin asserted. 'You cannot arrive there after dinner.' Vin's countenance fell. He seemed to be racking his brain. Gin kicked Kin under the table. He bit. 'I was just kidding,' Kin smiled. 'There's no broccoli, I promise,' Kin lifted his hand effecting the solemn promise. 'Yes,' Vin smacked a high five with Kin. Gin stared in amazement. She just could not believe the hundred and eighty degree turn Vin had made since knowing Kin was his father. Initially he wanted nothing to do with Kin. He wanted Kin to stay as far away from them as possible. This was a miracle. 'Vin, we should say good bye now.' 'Okay,' Vin stood up. 'See you tomorrow.' 'Yeah, big boy.' Kin hoisted Vin onto the chair so he could give him a real man to man hug. 'You must not grow anymore, so I can catch up with you,' Vin stated in a serious tone. 'Deal,' Kin winked. Gin smiled, shaking her head. She held out her hand for Vin to hop down. 'Bye,' Vin waved to Kin. 'Bye Vin. Gin,' Kin reached out and kissed her on the lips. He opened the door and walked them out to the lift. 'Come into my office Lin.' 'Yes sir,' Lin nervously dragged herself into Kin's office. 'What was that about?' Kin demanded in a grave tone, towering over Lin in front of his desk. Lin fiddled with her notepad. 'You instructed me to screen your calls and visitors and Dr. Mikhayla did not have an appointment. I was merely informing them when that boy ___.' "'That boy,'" Kin hissed, 'is my son. You will treat Dr. Mikhayla and my son with the utmost respect or find yourself another job! Is that understood?' 'Yes sir.' 'Thank you,' Kin turned to his desk dismissively. 'Are you ready mum, Kin will be here any minute.' Vin was pacing in and out of Gin's bedroom. 'Yes Vin, will you relax?' 'Do I look okay mum? Do I smell nice?' Gin laughed. 'So what am I in for, when you go on your first date?' 'Mum!' Gin laughed. 'You look handsome sweetheart and you smell very good.' He was in jeans again and a black sweater minus his cap. He did smell nice, something like a musk scent. 'You look beautiful too mum. Kin's parents are going to like you.' Gin laughed. 'Thank you, Vin.' Vin was flying down the staircase, when he heard the doorbell. Gin followed Vin and a more leisurely pace. She smiled when she saw Kin. He looked hot. He was in casual chinos, a polo shirt and loafers. He smelt divine. 'Hi Vin,' Kin smiled at his son and embraced him. 'Doesn't mum look beautiful, Kin?' Vin boasted proudly. Kin's eyes raked over Gin admiringly. 'Yes,' she does. His eyes locked with hers before his eyes indulged in a second leisurely inspection. Gin looked ravishing. Her dress was flame coloured, sleeveless, just over the knee. It shaped the curves of her waist, accentuating her shapely bottom. Her feet adorned in sexy heels. Her glossy hair was skilfully pinned high on her head, a cascade of shiny soft curls sweeping down her neck, her nails attractive in colourless varnish. She had no jewellery on, save his ring. She epitomised classical perfection. Gin looked apprehensive as she stepped out of the car outside Kin's parents' home. Vin took her hand supportively. 'Mum, don't be afraid. I will protect you,' he assured her. Gin smiled adoringly at Vin. It was not herself she was concerned about. It was their opinion of Vin and would they accept their grandson? 'Thank you,' she whispered, fighting the threatening tears. Vin was so protective. Kin's folks were at the door, awaiting Gin and their grandson. 'Dad, mum,' Kin announced. 'You remember Gin. May I present my son, Vin Mikhayla.' The elder Arvis's' eyes were trained on Vin. They were smiling welcomingly. Anne Arvis dragged her eyes away from Vin for a few seconds to greet and embrace Gin. 'Welcome again dear,' Anne smiled warmly. She wore an air of warmth and kindness, like some invisible cloak 'Hello Vin,' Kin's dad extended his hand to his grandson. 'Hi,' Vin smiled 'What's your name?' 'Vin!' Gin tried to restrain her son. All three Crawfords laughed easily as Vin looked up at his mum questioningly. 'My name is Talbot,' the senior Arvis announced and this is my wife, Anne.' 'Good evening sir,' Vin saluted with a straight face because Talbot announced himself with such gravity, like a soldier in the army. 'Vin!' Gin attempted to admonish her son again. 'Good evening ma'am,' Vin bowed elaborately for Anne. Gin was embarrassed at her son's theatrics. What was Vin up to? But she relaxed when the senior Crawfords burst into laughter again. 'You know,' Talbot placed his arm around Vin's shoulder. 'Your father was full of tricks at your age as well. 'Whenever guests came to visit, he would talk a mile a minute, we could never get a word in.' 'Dean't go giving away all my secrets dad,' Kin smiled easily at his father. 'Shall we have a seat in the lounge?' Anne offered, smiling again at Gin. 'Thank you,' Gin accepted, following Anne. Talbot with his arm around Vin's shoulder was already a few steps ahead of Anne. 'Relax darling,' Kin draped his arm around Gin's shoulder. 'I don't know where Vin came up with all of that.' 'No harm done at all,' Kin smiled encouragingly. 'I suspect he just wanted to match dad's serious tone.' 'What must your parents think?' 'That my son is adorable and his mother has done an exceptional job in raising him.' 'Thank you. I hope you're right.' 'I am,' Kin turned Gin to face him, and indulged in a leisurely kiss. 'You look so sexy,' he moaned. 'I want to peel every item of clothing off your body.' 'Kin!' She pushed him away and quickly walked towards the lounge. She heard Kin's lazy laugh behind her. Gin accepted a glass of passion fruit and lemonade. Vin requested a coke. Kin, his mum and dad each had a scotch. Vin was sitting next to his grandfather asking him a million questions. Talbot was patiently humouring him. 'Relax Gin,' Kin murmured again. 'Dad is enjoying having Vin around.' Anne brought out an album. Gin heard Kin groan loudly. 'Thought this might interest you,' Anne smiled at Vin. 'Thank you,' Vin placed the album on his lap and leafed through it. He giggled at some of the pictures, looked up at Kin and laughed then buried his head in the album again. Gin would have loved to have seen it as well, but she was too far away. Were there pictures of a teenage Kin with his various girlfriends? Vin was conversing and laughing with his grandparents like he'd known them since the day he was born. Gin began to relax. This had turned out exceptionally well. Whilst Vin was having an animated conversation with his besotted grandparents, Kin hinted at Gin to join him in their library on the pretext of wanting to show her something. Gin's face turned scarlet, she knew exactly why he wanted to whisk her away. 'Come on darling,' Kin smiled, confidently extending his hand out to Gin. 'I'll be back just now,' Gin's eyes fell on her son, as she placed a comforting palm on his shoulder. 'Okay mum,' Vin nodded, eagerly turning his attention back to the photo album his grandfather was showing him of a very young Kin Arvis. Vin was astounded at the marked resemblance between himself and his dad. Kin let Gin into the library and shut the door. Gin looked up at him with a shy smile. 'Your parents are going to know exactly why you brought me here,' she breathed heavily; her eyes betrayed her falling to his tempting mouth. 'Of course they do,' Kin laughed unapologetically. He did not disappoint Gin, his lips sought hers in a slow, erotic kiss. 'Do you know that guy?' Kin pointed with a grin. Gin was surprised at Kin's distraction. Disappointed, actually that he'd stopped kissing her. She wanted his mouth back on her lips. Reluctantly, her eyes followed to the book case Kin pointed to. 'Oh my word! A book case full of Mark Kin! 'The Celebrated Jumping Frog,' Gin exclaimed, picking up the paperback. 'This was my absolute favourite and I loved the Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, too,' a smile broke out across her face. Gin was flabbergasted to see a complete leather bound chronological index of all the author's work. Gin looked up at Kin in stunned silence. 'Now you know where I get my name from,' he laughed softly. Gin smiled. She looked away from Kin uncomfortably, her eyes scanning over all of the author's books. 'What is it?' Kin chuckled, drawing Gin into his arms. 'Nothing,' she smiled, hiding her eyes from Kin. 'Now about the real reason, I sneaked you in here,' his finger lifted her chin. Gin's eyes locked with his, her lips lifted to his, her hands curved round his shoulders. He was the most amazing kisser, not that she had many to compare with, but enough to know, Kin's kisses made her spin like a top. It was powerful too, like a twister, stealing her breath and rendering her powerless. Her fingers slipped through his shirt, splaying over the muscular wall. Her nails grazed over the fine hairs. She heard his gasp of breath. Gin angled her mouth, deepening the kiss, so she could better enjoy it. Reluctantly Kin gently put the brakes on. He smiled into her eyes, his breathing erratic. 'If I don't stop now…,' he cautioned in a husky breath, not finishing his sentence. His mouth wanted to plunder hers again. Her lips were swollen and ripe from his kisses, her eyes dark as slate and aroused as he was, inside his pants. Gin inhaled heavily, 'let's go back.' Kin nodded, lacing his hand through hers. 'Yes,' he opened the door and took Gin back into the lounge. 'So you've seen my secret collection?' Anne Arvis smiled at Gin. Gin laughed, uncomfortably her tongue ran over her swollen lips. 'What a fabulous collection,' she smiled. 'I grew up on Mark Kin and I've read Huckleberry Finn to Vin more than once.' Anne nodded. He was a good story teller, funny too. Now what he used to do, was stand-up comedy, not the commercial nonsense we're fed today.' Gin had very briefly skimmed through Mark Kin's autobiography in the library. It had mentioned something about him travelling around the country giving humorous talks. Kin watched the animated look on Gin's face. It seemed Gin loved books as much as his mother did. She was so naturally beautiful. He liked that she was able to communicate with his folks so easily. She did not try to impress his parents like most of Gin's predecessors that he'd invited to informal dinners at his parents. He was looking forward to marriage with Gin. It would be exciting … not because of the sex. That would be the most interesting, but being with Gin was almost indescribable. She was intelligent, companionable, honest, a dedicated health practitioner, a loving mother, sexy, hot in bed. What more could a man ask for? Kin was just mildly curious about the sudden change of expression on her face in the library. It niggled at him disturbingly. After an enjoyable weekend, spent mostly with Kin; on Monday, Gin was in Kin's office. He'd invited her to lunch with him. Kin wished to take Vin bungee jumping. 'No way! Absolutely not!' Gin refuted, spearing a baby carrot and biting into it. 'It is perfectly safe darling. Vin will love it.' 'No,' she shook her head. 'It's too dangerous.' Kin laughed, he dipped his finger into some creamy cottage cheese, traced his finger over her lips and used his tongue to remove every speck of it. A whimper escaped her throat as he teasingly pulled away. 'The Soweto Cooling Towers has a hundred percent safety record,' he murmured. What the hell? She shook her head to clear the fog in her brain. 'That is seduction, but I'm not risking my child's life ___.' 'Our child,' he interrupted leaning forward, running his tongue fleetingly down her throat. 'Stop Kin,' she laughed, pushing him back onto his chair. 'Choose something else, you're not taking Vin bungee jumping ___ hundred metres down a tower.' She shivered at the thought of it. 'How about we go there, check it out?' Gin was still shaking her head vigorously. 'Look, we'll watch a few people doing the jump, if you're still convinced it's unsafe, then we will leave.' 'Kin, no,' she pleaded. 'When Vin gets there he will insist on doing it.' Kin laughed again. 'Gin if you didn't know me and you came to me as a patient and I tell you, my unit has a hundred percent success rate, will you walk away, saying you're afraid you'll die at my hands in theatre?' She stalled uncomfortably, 'that's different.' Why?' Because I trust you. I know your expertise. I don't know about this dangerous Cooling Tower. Just the name sounds ominous! Gin battled with her thoughts but did not speak anything aloud. Kin turned her around so he could look into her eyes. 'I will talk to Vin. I will let him believe we are just visiting the place___ sight-seeing and when we get there, you can say yes or no. If Vin's not expecting to do the jump, he won't ask you to allow him to. There are viewing spots; we can go to, where you could judge the safety factor. ' Reluctantly, Gin caved in. 'Let the record reflect, that I consent under duress.' 'Thank you,' he leaned over and kissed her on the lips. 'We'll arrange it for next week.' There was a knock on Kin's door. Disappointedly Gin looked at her wristwatch. Lunch must be over. Gin looked towards the door, when Kin announced, "come in." 'Heather!' The smile from Gin's face guiltily disappeared. Kin politely rose to his feet. Why the hell did Lin not warn me first? 'Good day Heather.' 'Good afternoon, Gin, Kin, may I speak to you privately please?' Heather issued to Kin, dragging her eyes away from the intimate lunch they seemed to be sharing. Gin used the napkin to dab at her mouth. I was just leaving,' she stood up. 'Stay.' Kin instructed, holding her hand tightly, so she could not leave. Heather stared uncomfortably from Kin to Gin. It seemed she had no choice and subsequently announced. 'I'm pregnant, Kin.'