Adi had gone off to his first client and Atticus was busy; the others seemed so quiet. It was hard not to worry about both of the men; Adi an unexpected friend who seemed as simple and honest as she was in off moments, and Atticus who hid so much. She was under no illusions of knowing anything more about Mr. Cross then he wanted to share. Except..perhaps she did. Gliding down the garden paths back toward the gazebo where she had shared a unexpected picnic with Adi she lifted her hand to her lips, remembering the intensity of Atticus' kiss. It had been so different from any other kiss she had had. But then weren't all her kisses different, each client was special, unique, why should Atticus be even more special?<br/><br/>Because of the simple fact that he was.<br/><br/><em>Fool</em>She laughed softly at herself, shaking her head; hadn't she learned with William's passing. There was nothing permanent in life, just like her father passing away. Yet when she was with him, looking at his brooding features she felt inspired, felt hopeful, felt the so called embers of her desires flare up into something more like a bonfire. Hopefully the Knight would be careful with him, hopefully it wouldn't ruin the haven her bedroom was in her friend's eyes. The redhead tilted her face back into the sunshine as she walked slowly down familiar pathways, there was no rush, no need to be anywhere now, only to wait should a client appear. Lorraine wouldn't come today; she was the only weekly client Fiona had at the moment, though others sought for more time with her.<br/><br/>Perhaps she was too selective, but her rarity of taking on steady engagements meant that Master Ryan could ask more for when she did. Not that the money mattered much to her. She reached the gazebo and settled down in her favored seat, cupping her chin in one hand as she gazed out at the garden wondering who would appear for the evening.