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Dangerous Liaison

... teach," Cam said. "That I will enjoy, but not to judge I don't think."

I looked at him. "I think you would be good at judging, you're very fair minded. But you should do what you enjoy." I nodded at the dance floor. "Frankie will be a good teacher, I've seen him helping people before. He's very generous." I paused and clarified, "With himself, I mean."

"Si. But I think more he will paint. When the time comes."

"Paint?"

"Yes," Cam shot me a smile full of pride and wonder. "Frankie is an amazing artist."

"Really!"

"Ask Mia, when you next see her. She has a painting, big, in her apartment. She has a picture of it on her phone, ask her to show you."

"I will. You think he'll turn away from dance?"

"No," Cam shook his head in certainty. "No, he couldn't. But I think he will allow the art to take more the priority. You understand, no?"

"Yes, I understand. How wonderful to have two such talents. I'm quite jealous."

Cam smiled proudly in pleasure. "Yes, he is amazing."

We were both still loopily smiling when Frankie and David halted in front of us. "Why do you both look a bit silly?" David asked.

"Just happy," I told him. "Have you finished with my dance partner?" I asked Frankie. "Yours is a little robust for me."

"You did okay," Frankie told me, and laughed when I flicked his head gently. "I'm a mummy. How could I not dance with a zombie. Match made in heaven."

Cam pulled Frankie into his arms and mumbled something low in his ear. David and ...

... I laughed when Frankie's eyes lit up and he started dragging Cam towards the door, "We're going for a walk. Later."

"Bye then," David rolled his eyes, then turned to me. "Where were we?"

"Moving gently please," I requested as we slipped back together and started to sway. "Cam's fucking fast."

"You loved it."

"Yes, I did," I admitted, laughing. "Cam tells me Frankie is an artist."

"Yea, he paints. He's really good. Mostly dance, but. Well, come with me."

David led me back into the garden and across to the house, keeping my hand in his. I saw Robbie spot us and shrug when Mandy nudged him with an obvious question.

Into the house and I was towed towards the stairs.

"Where are we going?"

"Upstairs," he grinned when I jumped a bit. "Not for that, Pervy. And be quiet. The boys should be asleep."

He led me in to a large bedroom and flicked the light. It was obviously Robbie and Mandy's room and I was uncomfortable until he turned me and I gasped.

It was a painting. Slightly dreamy, but not at all abstract, it was clear and detailed. It was beautiful.

Mandy in a rocking chair nursing a baby. Josh or Danny, I couldn't tell. The perfect little fist raised in the air, as if demanding more.

Sat crossed legged on the floor at her feet, dark skin glowing in the golden light streaming through the window was Robbie. He was gazing at Mandy with a look that encompassed love, awe and an urgent protectiveness.

Somehow I just knew that the sleepy baby in ...