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Hands On My Body

... invitation -- colleague to colleague. Her presence would add immeasurably to the moment. I watched her face, trying to gauge her response.

"Well, Jack. That is such an enticing invitation. My goodness. I'd love to attend -- and to help out in any way I can. It's such a great presentation. It's hard for me to imagine anyone else assisting you."

"Exactly, Gracie. You're the natural one. We'd be a great team. We'd push this over the edge."

I did my best to not sound overly eager. But, the fact was, the thought of Gracie traveling with me stirred me in places it shouldn't. I decided to continue, feeling that she was on board, but might need a little coaxing.

"We'd leave Tuesday afternoon. The meeting is at 6 that night. Now, I normally come back from Richmond when a meeting is that early. But I have to meet the mayor for breakfast the next morning -- he expects a positive vote -- so we can strategize next steps. So, I...or we...would be staying overnight and coming back Wednesday after my breakfast. Would that work for you?"

I saw her mind whirling with all of this information. But I also saw her beautiful mouth curling into a smile.

"Well, sure...I could make that work," she replied caustiously, as if she was deciphering what all of this might mean.

"Excellent," I added, hoping to seal this deal. "We'll make all the necessary arrangements and continue to work on our presentation early next week. Thanks, Gracie...you are doing a remarkable job. Your ...

... contributions are appreciated and duly noted."

She stood up as if she had a sixth sense that it was time to go.

"Let's spend the rest of this week fine-tuning our presentation. Then we'll have Monday to do a final run-through and we'll head down to Richmond on Tuesday afternoon before the council meeting at 6 that night." I loved the way that sounded, and from Gracie's broad smile before leaving the office, so did she.

We spent the rest of the week focusing on work -- the timing and content of our city council presentation. We had scheduled our last meeting of the week for Friday at 4 and we both felt that we'd gotten things running about as smooth as they could be. I knew Gracie probably wanted to head down to our weekly Friday afternoon happy hour, but I wasn't ready to let her go quite yet.

"Gracie, I know you love joining everyone down in the lounge on Friday afternoons, but let's have a glass of wine and raise a toast to a great week's work. I'm feeling really good about Tuesday."

I got up and went to my small office bar without waiting for her response. I had already opened a nice Chianti Riserva and I poured two glasses. I handed one to Gracie and took my glass and the bottle and nodded us toward the seating area where I had first interviewed her.

"Remember sitting here not all that long ago?" I put the bottle on the table between us and we toasted before sitting down.

"Thank you," she said demurely, "And yes, I do." She took a sip and looked at me with her ...