<em>~Mila, standing after dinner~</em><br/><br/>As the others stood from the table, so too did Mila.  She turned to leave the room, and was not surprised when she felt Bo's touch on her arm.  After all, they did have some unfinished business, and both of them knew it.  She turned toward him, nerves suddenly fluttering in the pit of her stomach.  Would this be when he would tell her that she didn't belong in this family, either?  It was her greatest fear, to never have a family to which she would truly belong.<br/><br/>But then, when he spoke, she blinked at him.  Although his approach had not surprised her, his words did.<em>I didn't mean anything earlier.  Those thoughts never came to mind, and still don't.  Forgive me.</em>She thought back to what he had said earlier, his comments that had so wounded her.  Had she read something into the words that had not been there?  That was certainly what he was indicating.  It made her pause, and as he turned his attention to Nicci, she realized that she had not responded.  Well, wasn't that just genius of her.<em>That</em>would be sure to impress.<br/><br/>She stood for a moment, and then smiled gratefully as Marcus stepped toward her.  She had a feeling that where Vince was going to be the person she went to when she wanted to have fun, Marcus would be her rock.  And Bo?  Bo still made her think<em>home.</em>She just wasn't sure what that meant at this point.  But what she<em>was</em>sure about was that she could reflect on it later, in her room or the video diary room.  For now, she had an absolutely gorgeous man headed headed her way.