He spun the metal wheel the waiters and waitresses clipped their orders to, and grabbed the tickets as they came around to his side of the window. All...thoughts of the baseball team and his solution to his tomato problem vanished, as he began preparing another set of meals as rapidly as he could.A few miles away, Collette and Dave's parents were hosting a pre-game dinner as well. The coaches hadn't been thrilled about some players not eating with the team, the night before the big game. But it. "Sally nodded silently. She was deep in thought and remained so for several minutes. Nick waited confidently."Nick, my darling man and my blooming boss," she said at length, "I'm going to be running out of projects to scrutinise pretty soon. Would you consider mentally appointing me as your Ellesmere Port," she sucked in her cheeks, "facilitator?" Facilitator?"She grinned conspiratorially. "Spy, persuader, outline designer and general undercover agent." I'm not having you being a Mata Hari.". A hint of lace, nothing fancy. Fred had bought him breast pads, “enhancers” some call them, in the smallest size, so Julian sported just a bit of curve.Harper had re-done his hair. It remained short but looked feminine. I can’t describe it exactly, but there was something to the wave that said “chic.” A bit of makeup, nothing exaggerated, and simple earrings completed his outfit. I’d make out with him in a flash, I realized. We have no blood relation, even if he calls me “Dad.” He’s an adult. He was taller in real life, and he had amazingly piercing pale blue eyes. He grinned as he caught sight of me, standing out like a sore thumb in this ridiculous dress, and it sent shivers down my spine. This is really happening I thought. It hadnt really hit me yet. Here I was, in an unknown town, having sold my apartment, wired all my money to him (after all, he would be providing for me from now on) and quit my job. I had a new occupation now. Id said goodbye to the few people that might.