She looked at me for a moment or two, probably wondering where this conversation was going."I like him a lot, Dad. He's nice. At first, I just saw him...as a big, handsome guy. But I hung around with him and we seemed to get along really great. He didn't put any pressure on me ... you know?" I remember you referring to him as 'hunky, ' when he first arrived," I chuckled."He is," she giggled. "But he's also serious sometimes. He thinks about what he'll be doing with his dad in the future. He likes. I've got four kids ready for breakfast and they won't start without you." Don't wait, order room service for us. Sausage, two eggs scrambled, whole wheat toast, and coffee for me. Let me talk to Cassie."She didn't know why, but when I got her on the phone I told her to let the others know they could order anything and everything they wanted, and Mom wasn't allowed to complain. If she didn't like it she could take it up with me.They had ordered a buffet spread, a little of everything. The boys. We talked some more when I asked him if he ever had a massage. "A happy one?" he asked, blushing. "Yes." I replied. "No, I can't afford them," he said. "If I had the time, I'd give you a free one." I told him. This parking lot is small, you can't see it from the street, but the freeway is right next to it, theres a big embankment, then the highway. If you look down, you can see into the cars. We had been sitting there with the engine off, and it was cold in the my car. Also, the windows had. Cherry finally opened her eyes and looked down at me.“Did you mean that?” she asked.“Did I mean what?” I asked not sure of what she was talking about.“You said that you love me.”I was a little confused because I was certain that I had not said the ‘three words’ to her yet. I went back over the recent conversation in my head and realized that I had accidently implied it. I started to panic a little—worried that I’d said too much too soon for her comfort (and maybe mine as well). I really had.