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... thought she would, then she stroked my arm lightly and removed her hand. The waitress smiled and promised to bring the champagne right away. Heather laughed all of a sudden as the waitress walked away. “What’s so funny?” I asked, smiling at her laughter. “Well, What do you imagine anyone would think if they saw us sitting here in a hotel restaurant, drinking champagne?” she answered with more giggles. “Ha,” I laughed. “I guess you’re right. I bet every man here is jealous of me.” I continued, then immediately was concerned I had crossed a line. “Aw, Thanks Brent.” Heather replied with a little smile, “That is a nice thing to say.” “I mean it though. Just think. Most of the people in the restaurant are staying in the hotel right?” “Yes I expect so.” “Well, if they are away from home, they likely miss what ‘home’ has to offer.” “And that is?” Heather replied with a smirk as the waitress appeared with a champagne bucket and bottle. The waitress removed the wire and asked me to open the bottle. It popped loudly when I pulled the cork from it. Heather let out a little cheer and giggled again. She was sure in a giggly mood tonight, and she hadn’t even touched the champagne yet. I poured us each a flute of champagne and held mine up to present a toast. “To Heather! Congratulations on your promotion, you’ve done yourself proud! You have been recognized above your peers. Oh yeah, also congratulations to me, the envy of every man in the room,” I finished with a smile that was returned ...

... in spades. “Thank-you Brent,” Heather responded with her sweetest smile. “For both comments.” “You’re welcome,” I smiled. “I’m honored to share this celebration with you. I imagine Grant would rather he be here tonight than me though,” I ventured. “Oh, maybe. I'm sure he would like the promotion side of it, I’ll be bringing home more money. As for the second part, I don’t think he’d be as proud.” “Really? Why do you say that?” I asked as I took another sip of champagne. “Well, how can I say, Umm, he doesn’t look at me the same as some men do. Especially when they think I don’t see them,” she grinned at me, then held her glass in front of her face to hide a giggle. I blushed. I could feel my cheeks flushing but had nothing to say. Obviously my sheepish look said enough and she laughed out loud unable to control herself. I was completely embarrassed and tried to come up with something to say. “Umm, guys do that huh?” “Yes” she answered with a tone that said it was ok. “I saw you watching me tonight Brent. Honestly, I’m flattered.” “Flattered, but you likely think I’m a jerk though.” “Umm, nope. Just flattered,” she answered with a smile. I must have still looked a bit guilty though because she placed her hand on my arm again and said “Honest Brent, it makes me feel good, as long as I don’t feel threatened or anything. I know you wouldn’t ‘attack’ me or anything.” “Are you sure?” I grinned. “Sure I’m sure. You wouldn’t hurt me, would you Brent?” Her expression and tone of voice ...