Bette looked up at Logan, smiling at him, "You do the same thing with me, Logan!"

Logan shrugged his shoulders, then absent-mindedly kissed the top of Bette’s head.  "You see!," Sandrine exclaimed, laughing as she fell back on Martin, who was grinning.   Martin said, "He can’t help it, being so close to a beautiful woman like he is right now."

Logan laughed out loud, "That’s it!," he exclaimed.  "I can’t help it!  Like the man said …"

Bette shook her head, saying wryly, "Well, you and I know it will never lead to anything …"

"How do you know?," Sandrine asked, naughtily.  She’d detected that Logan probably held more than brotherly affection for Bette — by the way his eyes followed her when she walked away from the table; or looked expressively and attentively at her whenever she spoke.  He had tried to hide his reactions to Bette from others at times, but in unguarded moments, his eyes conveyed a depth of emotion that spoke of love.

"Well… in the first place, I’m gay," Bette answered, laughingly.

"And … in the second place," Logan added quickly, "Tina has her firmly wrapped around her finger."

"Firmly, huh?," Martin asked, winking at Bette.  Sandrine looked at him, then at Bette, and nudged at his ribs.

"Something you want to tell me?," Sandrine asked him, tweaking his nose.

Bette coughed into her cappuccino.  Martin laughed a bit then gave Sandrine a quick kiss.  "I’m sorry, my love.  You’re right, I think I did have a crush on her back out there in the fields."

Sandrine shook her head, smiling slightly.

Bette noted her cool reaction.  "You’re ok with that?," she asked with a touch of surprise.

Sandrine shrugged her shoulders, "At first it really bothered me.  But I learned and accepted Martin would always be like that … having these little crushes."

"Wow … you are just so evolved," Bette answered, shaking her head slightly.  "I don’t think I could take that …"

"As long as he comes home to me, as long as his heart belongs to me, then …,"  Sandrine shrugged again.

"What about you, Martin?," Logan asked.  "Would it be alright with you if Sandrine has little crushes …"

"Oh … do not go there, Logan," Martin responded, his smile disappearing.  Sandrine’s face also tightened for a second.

Bette and Logan looked at each other, then back at the couple.  The group fell silent.  Bette and Logan exchanged glances again, eyebrows raised, then decided to sip on their cappuccinos.