Sara heard the unmistakable high pitched laughter of her mother. "Girls, this gentleman insists it's time for Ella to leave. Sara? Can you hear me?"

Ella spun around and started to laugh. "He's pissed at me! I've probably been in here for like fifteen minutes!"

She and Sara rushed down the stairs. But instead of running into the open arms of 'the Boy with the Beautiful Name', Sara was forced to stop at the end of her staircase. And silently watch.

Ella folded herself against Bentley's strong frame. She wrapped her arms around his waist and smiled at Sara's mother.

"Well it was lovely to meet you, Bentley," Mrs. Smith said. She had her professional face on, the face she used when she spoke to her most important clients.

"You, too, Mrs. Smith," Bentley said. He sounded genuinely polite.

Mrs. Smith nodded to Ella. "Good to see you again, Ella."

'You, too," Ella giggled.

Sara's mother had kept tabs on the girls Sara's brother dated. It was in her best interest to ensure Charles didn't break too many hearts. Charles had only dated Ella for a couple months over the summer. The two had worked as lifeguards at the local summer camp. Mrs. Smith had only met Ella a few times.

Sara studied Bentley's face. He looked very uncomfortable with Ella wrapped around him, while in the presence of Sara's mother.

Bentley's eyes panned towards Sara by the stairs. He seemed to look past her at nothing in particular.

"Okay, we better get going. We have a reservation at the grill. Bye!" Ella said. As she spun to head out the door, a furious bark sounded from the other room.

The Smith's family dog, Trash, bounded into the foyer. Although he was a golden retriever, Trash was true to his name. He was a home wrecker. He'd been Charles' dog.

When the dog spotted visitors at the front door, he broke into a run.

"Trash--NO!" Mrs. Smith cried. She made a swipe at the dog's collar, and missed.

Sara watched in horror as Trash leaped high into the air. The dog's enormous paws were aimed right at Bentley's chest.