Jack had been painting at a canvas. He barely heard her, since he had music in his ears, but then her hands are over his eyes and he sits up a little, and sets his paint brush down.
“Ummmmm. Alice.” he jokes.
“No,” she giggles, leaning closer so her mouth is near his ear to whisper, “guess again…”
"Oh I know.“ Jack smiled, lifting his hand, and touches her wrists. "Is that Katelynn Foster, most beautiful woman in the world?”
Jack Maple 