<em>- Bo with Marcus at the girls' door -<br/></em><br/>As he made his way to the girls' room with Marcus, the anger that Bo had initially felt began to dissipate as it was replaced by the simple desire to see the girls again.  To speak to them and offer reassurance.  Marcus's own eagerness was apparent as he took the steps two at a time, and Bo hurried after.<br/><br/>When they reached what sounded like the correct door, Bo nodded at Marcus' request with a little smile and knocked.<br/><br/>As the door opened and his eyes met Nicci's, he could see the hint of fear in her expression.  For the briefest of moments, he wanted to pound Vince into the dirt for causing Nicci to ever look at him with such concern in her eyes, but he quickly pushed the emotion aside.  With this gentle angel standing before him, and the two seated beyond her, there was no room in his heart for anger.  He hoped that his smile was reassuring.  Meeting Nicci's gaze, he spoke loud enough for Mila and Mari to hear as well, "Marcus and I wanted to come up here and make it clear that we are staying.  Vince leaving came as a shock to us, and at no time did the two of us talk about leaving.  I'm here for at least six months, and I know Marcus feels the same."  He glanced quickly at Marcus, seeking the agreement that he knew he'd find, before turning back, his eyes looking beyond Nicci to search Mila and Mari's expressions in turn.<br/><br/>Having said his piece, Bo half turned toward Marcus, giving him the opportunity to address the ladies if he so wished.  His eyes never left the girls, however.  The thought of grabbing all three up in a big hug crossed his mind, and the memory of the kiss shared with Nicci filled his heart, but he wouldn't impose further.  The pause allowed him to take in the fact that the girls had changed into more comfortable clothing.  The way Nicci's long t-shirt barely concealed the soft grey shorts and seemed to cling jealously to her body, generated a dull ache of desire deep inside Bo's gut.  Looking beyond her, he noticed Mila sitting in her tank top and loose pants, barefoot.  God, she was beautiful, he thought.  A brief image of him pushing her to her back with her hands locked above her head as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her bare feet crossing behind him, flashed in his reverie and threatened to send him down a path that he wasn't sure they were ready to walk.  The light pink pajamas that clung so innocently to Mari, revealing the lack of innocence in her exotic features, only furthered his mind's journey.<br/><br/>Bo hadn't expected to barge in on the girls so scantily dressed.  But he was fairly certain that he didn't mind it at all.  Nope, not one bit.  And for the life of him, he couldn't remember what all the fuss was about in rushing up here, as he certainly felt none to leave.