The fact that Cindy and Mitch were coming to visit on Friday made me more incognizant of the passing time as well. Iryna seemed as excited to see them as I did. I got the text that they were on the way a little after four, just as I was heading home. As I walked into the villa I could smell something wonderful coming from the kitchen. Iryna was wearing an apron over tight little khaki shorts, the long length of her legs visible as she worked at the counter.

She was bobbing her shoulders to some unheard music, the tell tale white stalks of wireless ear buds visible under...