Ann did nothing apart from watch James go about his business: he was a good boy, he was. She appreciated his walks around trying to help, admiring him as he went. He really was a fine specimen of male... lean physique, kind eyes, cute smile. And he seemed to be concerned for her. He was helpful even when he wasn't asked and as Ann was given a tender look she felt her stomach flutter again. In silence she watched him go and lock the door, her feet beginning to carry her around the bar, walking up behind him. As soon as he turned back around she placed her hands on his cheeks and kissed him, needing both the comfort of his touch and satisfaction from what she'd been dreaming of doing for weeks.