“I can’t believe you just said that,” she said, staring at him in disbelief as they stood there in the middle of the bullpen.

With a final shake of her head, she said, “Come, Levi,” put his leash on his collar, and strode out the door. No one saw the tears that began to fall even before she hurried into the corridor. No one, that is, except Jack. He had seen them before they began. He knew that look that came into her eyes when he hurt her or made her angry. Unfortunately, he knew it all too well.

“Whoo-hoo, Spark, somebody’s seeing red tonight,” Bobby teased, having witnessed the little exchange with more than a little amusement. He’d kept quiet, knowing that Jack would blow his top when he heard that Sue had agreed to go to dinner with Dog Boy.

“Can it, Crash,” Jack said irritably.

“Ah, Sparky, you can’t go questioning the lady’s wardrobe decisions. Not yet, anyway. What were you thinking?” Bobby asked, semi-serious.

“Obviously I wasn’t thinking. Can we just get back to work here?” Jack asked, wanting to do anything to change the subject.

Bobby eased himself up out of his chair as he turned off his computer and shoved some papers into the top drawer. “You stay and work all you want to, Jack. Me? I’ve got a hot date with a perky blonde computer genius. You might want to think a bit about the error of your ways, young man,” he said with a smile as he none-too-gently clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Something tells me you might just have to stretch a bit to get past this one.”

With that, Bobby strode out of the bullpen, leaving Jack alone with his thoughts.

“Are you wearing that?” he’d asked her, a slight frown on his face, noticing that it was the red sweater that she’d worn on the Callahan and Merced case . . . when he kissed her the first time in the “dragon-lady’s” office . . .

more to come!

Oh, I just got home from PT and you're posting a challenge story!
Is Jack ever in the doghouse!
What? You expect her to wear your favorite color only for you?

Well, you had better get your act together, buster! aka Jack, the
And quick!

And Bobby is dating Tara!

Lynn

Ah Jack...you should learn from your best mate

Can't wait for more
Josy

WOOHOO!! Regina is in the challenge!!

Oh boy...not good Jack! , you must fix it.

Tere

I'm so glad you decided to join the fun again, Regina!!!


Jack-jack-jack...

Will you ever learn a lesson? Mr. TURTLE-back-away-at-every-occasion!...

Maybe you should think about fixing things straight... NOW!!!

Great start, girl!

I think Jack missed the part when Sue said that she was going to dinner with Dog Park Guy. According to your words Regina, it's not technically a date. Although, Jack would be dimwitted enough to think that it was an actual date.

Of course.... it isn't an actual date... Is it Regina?

Lindsy

Happy, happy, happy dance!! Regina's taken up the challenge!!! Whooo Hooo!!

Poor Jack. To find out Sue's having dinner with dog-drool boy is bad enough, but wearing THAT sweater to the meeting (I refuse to call it a date) is the ultimate dagger in the heart! Sue! What are you thinking girl?

Oh, and by this....

we can conclude that there have been other kisses since that first time??????? Details missy.... I need details....

Tina

I read this earlier this morning when I wasn't quite awake, and now rereading it, I'm picking up a few clues.....



and like Tina said to this



Are they couple? And if so, why is Sue meeting David?????

Sorry . . . at this point in the story that's been the ONLY time he's kissed her . . . Like everybody doesn't know he's wanted to . . . . . . Don't worry . . . all will be clearer in time.

Thanks for reading! This is a marathon posting story, and I may post again this afternoon, so bear with me!!

Regina



“Are you wearing that?” he’d asked her, a slight frown on his face, noticing that it was the red sweater that she’d worn on the Callahan and Merced case . . . when he kissed her the first time in the “dragon-lady’s” office.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” Sue asked, surprised. She thought he liked this sweater. He always seemed to be aware when she wore it, always seemed to glance her way more often, and it usually gave her confidence - confidence that she seemed to lack tonight, especially.

Jack’s eyebrows flew up in surprise and he held up his hands in surrender. “Nothing! I mean, I really like that sweater . . .” Should he tell her that when she wore that sweater he entertained all sorts of ideas that kept him out of sorts for days on end? That he remembered the very feel of the sweater . . . and of the woman inside it?

“Then what’s your point?” she asked, irritation growing. She hadn’t wanted to go out with David. He’d called her a few days earlier, was in town after having lived in LA for six months, and simply wanted to see her. They had parted as friends, after all, so what was the harm in dinner? At least that was what Jack, in his best devil’s advocate role, said. And that’s what had irritated her so much. She wasn’t sure just how “friendly” David wanted to be at this point, and she wasn’t sure she really wanted to find out.

Of course, in the ensuing days since she received the call from the man Jack not-so-affectionately called “Dog Boy,” Jack had become increasingly introspective, moody, and this was simply the icing on the cake.

“My point? I . . .uh . . .well,” he began, rubbing the back of his neck in that gesture that told her that he was SO not sure what to say next. He kept looking around at their quickly disappearing team-mates, supposedly looking for help wherever he could find it. Bobby was the only one who stayed in the room, and he simply leaned back in his chair, seemingly content to watch the show.

“You don’t have one, do you Jack?” she asked, her irritation continuing to grow as her nervousness mounted. She wanted so desperately for him to tell her not to go. Not to see him. Not to leave his side. But he didn’t.

“I . . . I guess I just thought . . . if you’re just friends, after all, that you’d . . . uh . . . wear something a bit . . .uh . . . a bit more . . . um,” he said, his face reddening as he tried to put into words what he wanted to say. He wanted to say “don’t go,” or “stay with me,” but it just wouldn’t come out.

“Frumpy? Or maybe sexy? Maybe I should have worn a beaded gown and just tried to sweep him off his feet? I mean, I’m not getting any younger, am I, Jack? What do YOU think David would like to see me in?” Sue asked, anger staining her cheeks with red that was beginning to be matched by the red in Jack’s face.

“Sue . . .,” he began, walking toward her, wanting to tell her to stop, not to go, I love you . . ., but not able to get the words out. Not here. Not now.

“I don’t have time for this, Jack. I just wish you’d make up your mind. You’re the one that said I should go, you know,” she said, tears beginning to form in her hazel eyes as she looked at him in confusion.

Neither of them had been able to voice their deepest thoughts and desires . . . that they loved one another. And yet . . . it was as if it was the “elephant in the room.” Everyone else could see it, even they could see it, and yet neither of them thought the other saw it. It was the unspoken element at every gathering, at every meeting, with every glance and touch . . . and yet . . .

“I . . . I just would hate for him to get the wrong idea . . . that’s all,” Jack said, shrugging, and as soon as he said it, he almost winced, knowing that he’d said the exact opposite of what he should have said.

“Wrong idea? About what? We’re going to dinner, Jack, not eloping,” she said, standing her ground quietly.

Jack shifted back and forth on his feet, the tips of his ears as red as the sweater she wore. “Do you love him?” he asked, looking her straight in the eye.

Sue gathered herself up, forced herself to close her mouth that had hung open at his statement, and simply said, “I can’t believe you just said that,” staring at him in disbelief as they stood there in the middle of the bullpen.

Oh boy...!
Not good Jack!, and Sue you should voice your feelings too dear

Tere

Blundering dunce....

I don't think I've ever wanted to strangle Jack more than I want to right now. Not only can he NOT say what he really wants to say, but then he asks the most redundant question in the entire world!



I swear... I'm just going to go all on him and knock some sense into that man!

ARG!!

Lindsy

Hooray, Regina is in the challenge!!! Life doesn't get any better than this!!!

And, you are writing about Turtle Jack with a speech defect!! Couldn't he have turned those words around from "Do you love him" to either "Do you love me" or "I love you"???

Also, if he's going to be possessive about that red sweater, he needs to let Sue know that too!!!

Joy

OK, I know, it's too soon, but I'm going to be off the grid for a while this evening and tomorrow, and the deadline is SATURDAY!!! Besides, it's a short post . . .

Now I have to get the image of Lindsy as a Ninja out of my head . . .

Thanks for reading!!!



I can’t believe it, either, Jack thought, sitting there, in the bullpen, alone with his thoughts. After Bobby left, there was no one left in the office, and unless someone were hiding out in the bathrooms, it would seem that this Friday night, everyone on their floor had called it a day and left the building.

When did he start to think of Sue every time he saw the color red? Was it at the bachelor auction? Maybe that was it. She wore a long red formal, and they danced together for the first time. Leaning back in his chair, he laced his fingers behind his head and closed his eyes, trying desperately to remember how she felt in his arms, how she smelled, how she smiled as she looked around lovingly at the dancing couples as they danced to “their song,” as Jack laughingly described it.

She included him in that glance around the room. There was love in her eyes. He saw it. He’d seen it other times, too. When they had their “chance encounters” in the park, she looked at him with wonder in her eyes, as if questioning whether this could really be true, or whether it truly was “chance.” When she instigated her own “chance encounter” after the fiasco with Tony, her eyes glowed with . . .what? With love? With remorse about Tony? What?

One thought led to another, and then to another, and then to another . . .

When they visited Sue’s friend in the hospital after she’d been beaten by her husband, she gave him the same glowing look when she proclaimed that there was no room for violence in marriage. She had tucked her hand in his arm after that, knowing that she could depend on him not only to protect her from others, but that she could count on him to cherish her. Did she guess how he felt? Was he that transparent?

The case at Callahan and Merced showed him, beyond a shadow of doubt, that she was his, in his heart. As soon as his lips touched hers, he knew that he never wanted to taste anyone else. He had to know . . . did she feel the same way?

Jack stood up from his desk suddenly, an idea forming in his head. Looking around, as if seeing for the first time that he was truly alone in the bullpen, he sat down heavily. There was no way he could carry out his plan alone.

A slow smile dawned on his face as he thought about the help that he needed. The two people who were his best bet to accomplish this mission just happened to have plans . . . together . . . tonight.

If he succeeded in his mission, he might just never have to spend another solitary Friday night again.

I've got my fingers crossed, Jack!

Kim

Tere

I can't wait to hear the plan!!!!

Em

I'm ready, bring it on Jack (and Regina)!!!

Joy

Oh... Jack with an idea...hope it will redeem him about what he said earlier...Do I make sense???

Go Jack!!!
Josy

Better later than never...

Now... Regina... What's the catch???

You go for tonight AND tomorrow and expect us to be able to wait patiently until you post the next part???
You know very well that we can't be too patient, let alone when it comes to Jack and Sue plans!!!
You are torturring us, girl, and that's ... that's...

Well, okay... I'll wait...since I can't do anything else about that!...

He'd better be planning this down to the last, minute detail, just like he does one of their FBI operations. After all, this is just as (maybe more) important as any of those! Personally, I say he shows up where ever dog-drool-boy is taking her for dinner, get down on one knee, and profess his love right then and there! Then kiss her until her toes curl. Works for me!

Tina

Another intriuguing story, Regina. Glad to see you've entered the challenge too. Looking forward to reading the rest.

- RSL

It sounds like our Jack is a man on a mission. I wonder whom he has chosen to assist him with his plan.

Thanks Regina.



I'm still mad at Jack but at least he's getting the picture.

Lindsy

I'm back, but you'll have to wait to hear Jack's plan . . . give the boy a little time, after all - he's only had FOUR YEARS!!!

More tomorrow!

Regina

4

“So, Sue, how have you been?” David asked upon seating her at the restaurant. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her, which made Sue very uncomfortable.

“Oh, you know me, same old, same old. Solve a crime, catch the bad guys, put the bad guys away for a long time,” she said with a nervous chuckle. She had a sinking feeling that this trip to DC wasn’t all business on David’s part. “How is the business going in LA? I’m sure you don’t miss this weather out there.”

“Not hardly. It was nice to get back to almost constant sunshine and endless summer, but there were a few things that I missed more than I thought I would,” he said cryptically.

“Oh, I’m sure once you get settled in, you’ll forget you ever lived in DC!” Sue said, adding, to herself, I can only hope!

“So . . . Sue . . . are you dating anybody?” he asked, deciding to just come out and lay his cards on the table.

Sue looked at him, startled at the intensity of his question. Not again. Not another jealous-acting person. She sighed and looked down at the menu to get her bearings. Why couldn’t Jack just come out and ask her out on a date? The rules were not hard and fast. Was he so afraid of entangling himself with her that he would refuse to even think about dating her? Looking up as she saw the waiter coming to bring their drinks and a basket of bread, she saw the red linen napkin and almost laughed as she remembered the color Jack’s face had been when she left . . . and then she sobered when she remembered what he’d asked her . . . Do you love him?

Tears pricked at her eyelids, begging to come out, but she willed them to stay in. “I’m . . . I’m taken, David,” she said. She didn’t say she was dating anybody, so she didn’t lie to him. What she said was that her heart belonged to someone.

David let out a sigh and twisted his lips in a disappointed smile. “I had a feeling. You were pretty hesitant to come out with me tonight. It’s Jack, isn’t it?” he asked, knowing the answer when her eyes flashed in surprise. “You don’t have to answer. It’s OK, Sue. I’m not exactly surprised, you know. While we were dating, I think you spent more time with him than with me,” he laughed.

Sue shrugged her shoulders and tried to get the blush to stop coming up her neck. “It’s the nature of the job, David. He’s my partner, after all.”

“Do you love him?” he asked, catching her by surprise all over again. How is it that she had lived to be 34 years old, and in the span of one day, two men had each asked if she loved the other? What are the odds of that?

“Um . . . David . . . I really . . .,” She sputtered, not knowing exactly how to answer him, and feeling herself turn as red as the linen napkin even as she tried to answer.

“Don’t answer that. I already know. Dinner for old-time’s sake?” he asked, smiling at her tenderly, reaching across the table to take her hand that had been frantically pleating and smoothing the napkin on the table in front of her.

She smiled back, sighed in relief, and nodded her head, squeezing his hand in return.

Glad to know that Sue told David that she is taken!

Tere

He's a quick catcher I can see!... Wise guy--he knows when to back off and let the place to someone else.

Now... About Jack plan... You know Regina--adorable man, with dark hair and shining smile?... Let me help some more--big brown pool to get lost in?... Remeind you of someone?...

At least David is a quick one. I'll give him that.

Lindsy

5

“Thanks Tara, and sorry to interrupt your evening, Bobby,” Jack said into his phone.

“All I know is that this better be worth your interrupting our . . . uh . . . dinner,” Bobby said grumpily as Jack laughed.

“If all goes as planned, I hope to never bother you on a Friday night again,” Jack said.

“We’re holding you to it,” Tara said. “Are you sure you got the location pinpointed?” Tara had talked him through the ins and outs of tracking Sue’s Blackberry on his computer, using her GPS device.

“Yep, and I’m sitting outside the restaurant as we speak. I’m getting ready to get out of the car and take up a surveillance position. I’ll keep you posted,” he said.

“How’s about updating us tomorrow, mate? That OK?” Bobby asked wearily.

“You got it, Crash, and adios,” Jack said, closing his phone.

Jack walked slowly past the windows of the restaurant, looking through them past the red café curtains that decorated the dining room, straight across the room to where Sue and David were sitting. It was as if his eyes were drawn to her, and once they found her, he couldn’t look away. He watched as they sat, David looking nervous, and Sue looking distinctly uncomfortable. That’s my fault, Jack thought to himself, shaking his head. If I hadn’t taken so long to ask her out, she’d be with ME tonight, and would have never even considered going with David. And I encouraged her to go . . .

As he watched, he wondered what would happen if he walked in there, hauled Sue out of her chair, and began kissing her. Smiling, he let that enjoyable train of thought stay on track as he found a bench within easy viewing of Sue. The smile on his face faded after the waiter moved out of the way. He saw David reach over to take Sue’s hand, then saw Sue turn her hand in his, squeezing it as she smiled at him . . .

The red napkin Sue had placed in her lap fluttered to the floor, just as Jack’s heart plummeted to the pit of his stomach . . .

Oh uh!! Jack is putting two plus two and getting three...

Tere

Yes, he needs to do exactly that! Go, Jack! (nudge, nudge)

Jack... if only you knew what really happened...

Follow your first idea--I'm sure she will be please by it!

I KNEW IT!

I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT!!!

As soon as dog-drool-boy took her hand, I knew Jack was going to be somewhere lurking, see it, and jump to the absolute worst conclusion he possibly could! Arrrrrrghh! Jack... man, remember your FBI training and that things aren't always as they seem. You need facts, not assumptions! Arrrrrrgh!! (I'm thinking pirate for Halloween... I seem to have the lingo down after all. )

Tina

Jack...Jack...don`t believe all you see
C'mon...Follow your last idea...it was not bad...swooping Sue off her feet
Josy

6

Jack sat there, head in his hands, on the bench underneath the streetlamp. He knew he needed to get up, get in the car, and leave, but he couldn’t . He couldn’t seem to make his legs move.

He’d waited too long. That’s what it was. She got tired of waiting for him to make up his mind whether or not he loved her or not. Like that was ever the decision. His quandary was much more complex than that. He’d known he loved her since . . . well, he felt something when he met her the first time, and then when he came upon her talking to Levi alone in the bullpen before her first Christmas with the team, and then when he opened her Christmas gift to him – the hockey jersey – he knew she was somebody special. The first time he held her in her arms, the night of the red dress where she “won” him in the auction, he knew he could stay on the dance floor with her forever. In fact, he just about had. They’d stayed long after everyone else had left. Was she so angry with him that she would go directly to David, of all people, right after their argument?

And how, if he knew he loved her, could she not love him? Wasn’t it foreordained that boy-meets-girl, boy falls in love with girl, boy marries girl? What’s this mess in between. The more he thought about it, the angrier and more unreasonable he got. Not so much angry at Sue, more than a little angry at himself, and a lot angry at God and the circumstances that brought them here. “Why, God?” he said out loud, his eyes closed as he sat up straighter on the bench as if to show God and everyone else that he would not be broken.

“Jack?”

He heard her soft voice to his left, toward where the parking lot could be found. Turning slowly, he saw Sue standing there, just her and Levi, looking at him in concern.

“Are you OK?” she asked, walking toward him.

“Where’s Dog-Boy?” he asked, irritably, not quite able to meet her eyes.

She stopped in front of him, placing her hand on her hip and smirking at him with one eyebrow cocked. “You mean DAVID?” she asked pertly.

He just looked at her, his eyes and granite features showing her his hurt and anger. He thought he was just letting the anger show through, but just as he knew the moment he hurt her, she knew that look of vulnerability that came across his face on the odd occasion that she had done the same to him over the years.

She came to him, sitting beside him on the bench. “What are you doing out here, Jack?”

“It’s a free country, isn’t it?” he asked with a slight huff.

“Yes . . . but I can think of lots of places to sit on a cold Friday night, and a bench across from the restaurant at which I just happen to be eating isn’t one I would have thought of.”

“Well . . .,” he began, not knowing quite where to start, then stopping to think before he spoke. “You never told me where DAVID was.”

“Probably on his way back to the airport. I don’t really know . . . and don’t really care, Jack.”

Seeing his eyes light up at that last statement, Sue knew she’d said the right thing. “He asked me if I were dating anyone,” she said, almost randomly, looking down, fiddling with the leash in her hand.

Looking at her, willing her to raise her eyes to meet his, he choked out, “And what did you say?”

She sat there, twisting her fingers together, the redness coming up her neck and into her face when she looked up at him. “I told him I was taken,” she whispered.

“What did he say?” Jack asked, almost mesmerized by the look in her eyes. He was drowning in the depths of them as he brought his hand up to place it on her cold cheek.

“He asked if I loved you,” she said, giving him a ghost of a smile as she saw his eyes get bigger. “That’s the second time today someone has asked me that question. Do you think God’s trying to tell me something?”

Suddenly the anger Jack had felt toward God dissipated almost as quickly as it had come to him. God wasn’t in the business of working against his children, but He was in the business of making his children take responsibility for their actions, their thoughts, their attitudes.

He hadn’t noticed that as they sat there, a brief eddy of wind had come through, swirling the fallen leaves around them, settling a bright red maple leaf on Sue’s shoulder. Smiling at her, Jack reached to take the leaf, twirling it in his fingers as he considered just how much care and planning God had expended, getting one Jack Hudson in a place that showed him that he couldn’t live one more day without telling Sue Thomas how he felt about her.

“I love you, Sue,” he said, looking deeply into her eyes as they sat on the bench underneath the streetlamp.

Awwww.

Kim

Tere

Lovely
Josy

What a beautiful moment you have captured for us here, Gina.

“Would you like another cookie?” Sue asked, looking down at her drowsy husband as he lay on the picnic blanket.

“Are you kidding? You’re trying to kill me slowly with good food, aren’t you? I couldn’t eat another bite. In fact, I don’t know if I can even move now,” Jack said, laughing as Sue snagged another cookie from the container.

Pulling her toward him on the blanket, Sue yelped as she lost her balance and fell on him sideways, her slightly swollen belly landing somewhere along the lines of Jack’s ribs. Putting his hands on her abdomen, he caressed their unborn child as he pulled her to him to kiss her soundly.

“I thought you couldn’t move,” she said, giggling at him as she broke away in order to breathe.

“Amazing what a person can do with the right incentive,” he said, waggling his eyebrows at her as he rolled her onto her back and lay on his side, leaning on his elbow to look at her.

A bright red maple leaf drifted lazily down, landing on his lady love. Picking it off her, he twirled it in his fingers haphazardly, using it to caress her nose, her cheeks, her neck, and down her chest.

“I like what you’re wearing today. You know I’m always a sucker for a red sweater,” he said, his fingers sliding around the deep v neckline of her top.

“Tell me about it. I thought you were going to make me get married in that old red sweater I used to have,” she said, laughing.

“You mean you got rid of that?! Sue! I loved that sweater!” Jack said, a look of horror on his face at the idea of losing something that had figured so mightily in their lives.

“I guess I should have asked if YOU wanted it. Jack . . . it’s just a sweater,” she said, and then looked at him with some amusement as she twisted her lips in a rueful grin. “And no, I didn’t get rid of it. I just quit wearing it . . . besides, I don’t think it would fit very well, now!”

Rubbing her tummy, he smiled at her, and said, “I think it would fit just fine, but I’m no expert.” As he kissed her again, a shower of leaves fell from the tree above them, covering them with the colors of autumn.

“Did I ever tell you that God used the color red to show me how much I loved you?” he asked, watching her as her eyebrows went up.

“How’s that?” she asked curiously.

“Well, let’s just say that I was pretty angry at myself and with God for encouraging you to go out that last time with Dog-Boy . . .”

“David,” she said evenly, rolling her eyes at him.

“Yeah, David. Anyway, I was pretty mad. I got to thinking about all the times I could remember when I was attracted to you . . . the bachelor auction . . .”

“Red dress . . .,”

“Uh-huh,” Jack said. “When we kissed at Callahan and Merced . . .”

“The infamous red sweater . . . ,”

“Yep,” he confirmed, “the red of your face when you blush . . .,”

“Not fair, Jack . . . your EARS turn red . . . I’m just more of an ‘all-over’ blusher,” she corrected.

“Whatever . . .,” he smiled, “and then there were the red leaves the night I told you I loved you.”

“I love you, Jack. In any color, at any season, even when I’m mad at you, I love you,” she said. His story about the colors almost had a poetic quality about it, to her. She loved that she had married a thoughtful man. A man who liked to put connections together.

“I love you, too,” he said, kissing her tenderly.

“So you’re saying that whenever you ‘see red,’ you think about how much you love me?” she teased.

Winking at the woman he loved, he pulled her a little tighter, letting his hands roam over her luscious body. As he lay there with her, thinking about the spicy nature of their courtship and marriage, he laughed. “I guess you could say that being married to you has me “seeing red” every day of my life . . . and I’m saying that like it’s a GOOD thing!”

Tere

Great story, Regina. Absolutely loved it!

- RSL

Thanks to your delightful story, I now find that I have a new appreciation for the color red.

That was wonderful story, Regina!

Kim

I was thinking more that he was putting two and two together and getting FISH!


Oh, that was absolutely so beautiful. The perfect scene of love!



Absolutely perfect until the very end!

Lindsy

A beautiful and lovely story you wrote here Regina!!!
I simply loved it...every words of it
Josy

You know, if I was a betting person, I'd bet RED was your favorite color!

Thank you for another gem, my dear, and I guess in this case, it's a ruby! (red... gem...)

And Jack IS thoughtful, isn't he? All those reasons why he credits the color red with spurring him into action. That he would remember those occasions is just one of the many reasons...

WE JACK!

Tina

Great use of the theme, 'seeing red', throughout the story and the way a bit of red creeps into every post -- from sweaters to cheeks to napkins and ears and leaves....

What a tumultuous struggle Jack had, but you brought him round in the end and even let us peek into their happily ever after.



Fantastic!!!!

kav

I'm seeing red, Regina!! The blush of love, and caring, and romance, and.............!! What a delightful story!!!

Thanks for sharing once again!!!

Joy

So Great!