"She shrieked his name, threw her arms around his neck and hugged him so fiercely he took a step back and started to laugh. He put his arms around her and held her off the floor in her excitement. She kissed him on both cheeks, several times, making loud smacking noises. He laughed at her, hanging on, hating the thought of letting her go. He had to put her down too soon. Large, liquid green eyes stared up at him, overcome, and on her lips a phenomenal smile. "How did you do this?" she asked in a breath. "It was easy," he said. "I need to show you how to work that computer. I can't believe you didn't use a computer before." She just shook her head and stared at the paper. Wes wouldn't allow her use of his computer; it would have put her in touch with the outside world too much. "Go on," he said. "Call 'em. Use the phone in my place instead of in here. Have a little time alone with the girlfriends." She got up on her toes and kissed his cheek again, laying her small hand against the other cheek. She looked at him with such gratitude, it melted his heart. Then she whirled and ran to his apartment, gripping that paper like a lifeline. "Yeah," he said to himself, under his breath, nodding. "Bet there's lots of little things I can look up for her. Yeah." And he went back to chopping. Jack came into the kitchen, looked at Preacher and frowned. "What are you grinning about?" he asked. "I'm not grinning," Preacher said. "Preacher, I didn't know you had that many teeth." "Aw, Paige. I looked up something for her, got her all excited. That's all." "Kind of looks like it got you a little excited, too. I think you're flushed. And Jesus, you sure have a mouthful. You never showed me a grin like that." Yeah, he thought--big mystery. You put your arms around me and kiss all over me like that, I'll show you a mouthful--of fist. But he couldn't stop grinning. He could feel it and couldn't stop it. Jack just shook his head and left the kitchen. There"