“Where do you want to eat?”Thinking on it she said, “I don’t care, we can go to that truck stop from this morning if you like. The food was gr...at.”“Okay the truck stop it is,” he told her, pleased that she like his favorite diner.She thought on how to ask Michael about the money as they drove to the truck stop. Finally she just decided that direct was the best method. “Michael, how can you spend so much money like it was nothing?”Smiling at her thoughtfulness, he took a deep breath, “Remember I. Non-descript; he wasn't my typical idea of a dream-man, yet it was /him/, and because he was him, he /was/ my dream-man. Convoluted logic, but that wasn't what was on my mind as I wrapped my arms about his neck, surprised at his strength as he easily lifted me. "Mark! Oh god, I can't believe it's you," I could only sputter, pushing myself closely agagainst him, my cheek pressed against his chest. I wanted to stay there forever, caught up in his arms, safe, protected -- and above all, with him.. " That was just a sample to let you know what I can offer. Meet me tonight and I'll show you everything I can do." Tonight? But I..." Of course, if you don't really want it..." Yeah, okay. Tonight it is." Why don't you show me one of those houses with a big bed in it." Sure," he smiled, "I can arrange that. I know just the house." He quickly wrote the address on a slip of paper and gave it to her. "A couple are summering in Vermont and want to rent it furnished while they're gone." Shall we say. ”Graydon hesitated; he hadn’t expected this.“You’re both sure?”“Without a doubt, young man. Perfectly sure!” Jim affirmed. Mike smiled, his eyes flashing to Graydon that he was being foolish to doubt himself.“Okay. Who’s driving?”Mike laughed; Jim suppressed a guffaw. Ever since Graydon had gotten his driver’s license he was eager to drive, especially a longer trip like the hundred-mile run down the Methow River highway to Wenatchee.“Uh... “ Graydon hesitated. “I came for something else,” he.