“It’s not a race, Cher.” “I know, but I’m nervous and excited.” “Don’t worry about them.” He ran his nose over the bridge of hers. “I’ll get you where you want to go.” “Hmmm. I’m not worried. But it is our first time. How many are watching?” She lifted her head to look around him knowing she would see nothing, but they would see her. “Why do you need to know?” “I am…counting… hands.” “What the hell, my hands are the only ones you need to be considering. Observing is all they get, not even sound.” His big body hovered...