I sat in my little office finishing some layouts for a catalogue when he comes in, glances out of the large internal window to make sure he hasn't bee... seen, and closes the blind. 'I'd like to make it memorable.' I deliberately play dumb, but I know what he's up to. 'Oh, it will be! I've booked us a table at a good restaurant, then we can go to a nice quiet bar I've been told about for a few drinks.' 'That's not what I mean.' I radiate innocence. 'Really? What do you mean?' He just laughs and. I was highly dependent on him at the moment. He held her for a half minute or so as they looked into each other’s eyes with wide smiles on their faces. Uh oh, I thought, I’m going to have a mutual admiration problem here. They are clearly quite taken with one another.“Now, sweet lips, how ‘bout you go get us a couple beers out of the fridge?” he said.“Be glad to,” She responded with a smile, a curtsey, and a giggle.As Lauren left on her assignment, dad turned to me with a wink and said. “You. ”Another man with us laughed. “That’s the kind of citation you get for when you’re somewhere you’re not supposed to be and doing something you’re not supposed to be doing, and nobody is allowed to know about it.”I smiled. That was about as perfect a description for that Nicaraguan hike as I could imagine. “Close enough!”Afterwards, Brewster excitedly told me we needed to push the Bronze Star and heroism as campaign hot buttons. I shut him down in no uncertain terms! “Brew, this is not a winner. He was tempted to hold one, but she’d said that it was time to sleep.Letitia used the bathroom first. When she got back in her robe, he was holding his pajamas.“Need those?” she asked.“You said it was time for sleep.”“I said it was time for bed.” Fair enough. He dropped the pajamas onto the chair back, but put on his robe for his trip to the bathroom. She was under the covers and only the bedside lamp was on when he returned. He dropped the robe on the pajamas and hurried in behind her. They.