"I'm ok," she says quietly, looking up at Wayne from her work. There is a polite smile pasted to her lips.      He nods, considering her, his head cocked to the side. "Listen, Melinda… I think what we talked about last night was very important, and I'd like to continue that discussion," he says. He glances around to see if anyone is watching them.      Melinda feels her cheeks grow hot; she is blushing. 'Dammit,' she thinks to herself. 'I've just given myself away!' She looks down at the keyboard, hoping that the moment will pass without notice by Wayne.      But he does notice. He touches her hand gently. "Melinda," he says quietly. "Maybe you shouldn't fight this any longer. Maybe we should both give in to what we're feeling."      She focuses her eyes on his hand and bites her lip in concentration. She looks up at him, her brow furrowed. "Wayne, I'm embarrassed at what I revealed to you last night. You caught me at a vulnerable time. And I think you knew that. Maybe you even planned it. I don't know." She pauses a moment and then continues. "You know that we can't act on these feelings. If not for the sake of your wife, or for Greg, then for the sake of your son. You can't ask me to jeopardize your family, Wayne… You just can't."      She looks away from him, focusing her gaze out the window. There are brightly coloured leaves dancing in the wind on the lawn. She realizes she would give anything to be out there in the cold, feeling that same wind whip at her face.      "Melinda, you don't have to worry about my family. That's my responsibility. I'll take care of it," he says. He stoops towards her and lowers his voice.      "I love you. I've tried to stop loving you, but it's hopeless. I can't stop. I love you, Melinda."      She feels tears spring to her eyes. If only she didn't feel so much for him… If only she didn't love him as much as she does… The thoughts whirl round and round in her head, dancing an endless waltz like the leaves outside.      Wayne reaches out and cups her chin in his hand, forcing her to look into his eyes. They are intense and bright with emotion. "Don't fight it anymore," he whispers intensely.      They look at each other without speaking for what seems like ages. And then Wayne's hand drops to his side. She watches it fall, feeling as if she has been awakened from a dream.      "Ok," she whispers. It is one word, but it says it all. It reflects her conflicting feelings perfectly.      She sighs heavily. She feels as if she has fought a long, weary battle-and lost miserably. Tears fill her eyes. She looks up to see that there are tears in Wayne's eyes as well.      He is smiling a little. It is a pained smile, triumphant, but not…