But now you've got me thinking that I should go back and try to add more passages like this to Book 3. *grins* What you have is lovely, but believe me, I'm not going to try to dissuade you if you want to add more. Anything that draws this story out some more is okay by me. Luke simply nodded, not feeling up to trying to explain his and Mara's unusual relationship. He wasn't sure he even could. Good move, Luke. I think their relationship definitely defies explanation at this point. Luke started to ask if she needed help, just out of habit, but stopped himself. He had a feeling that if she wanted him to assist, he would have already heard the instructions. Yes, I'd have to agree. "Come in," he heard her call. Cautiously he opened the door, then froze when he spotted her. Mara was sitting in the bathtub, soap bubbles up to her neck and head resting on the back edge of the tub. She had the most peaceful look on her face that Luke had ever seen. "Well, come on in," she repeated, not opening her eyes. "You've seen me in more revealing positions than this." *giggles* She's right. I know it doesn't make Luke feel any more at ease at the moment, but she's right. Once back in the bedroom, Luke leaned against the wall, eyes closed and heart pounding. What is wrong with you, Skywalker? She was offering ... Stars, what was she offering? Companionship? Or more? Are you so scared it would be more? Poor Luke. He's so muddled right now. Do you know how much this chapter tortured me when I first found it, Michele? Trying to decipher Mara's mood swings was like trying to anticipate the erratic moves of a charging Kalli beast. Guess wrong, and you may not live to regret it. *grins* One of the most accurate similes I've ever read. "Right," Luke whispered under his breath. No different at all. Mm-hmm . . .