They are kindred spirits to the point that the few days they spend around with each other are equivalent to what many couples build over many years. T...is was his opportunity to truly be happy, this was his chance, Christina was the person he was searching for, but at the end of the day his name was more important to the main character. It was no coincidence that the mother figure became the catalyst in bringing the main character out of this perceived happiness. Like all my stories, the title. I might have appeared too eager!We ended up at the Brand Steakhouse and Lounge, which has a full menu of expensive food and a full bar, along with a nice-sized dance floor. The second we walked in, we were greeted by a very pretty young lady named Veronica, in her mid-twenties or so, with blonde hair and green eyes, and a nice sized pair of... Claire immediately squeezed my hand, causing me to look at her face and give her a kiss. Veronica walked us to a table near the edge of the dance. . he did all the work."And what do you mean you did all the work?" she continued. "You did most of the physical stuff, yes; but who spent hour, after hour, after hour on the computer tracking down all the parts? That has to count for something."Shit, he thought, another point for her. This really was not going the way he had anticipated ... she wasn't done yet, either."I even helped you with the car itself sometimes..." Not very often," he broke in figuring he'd scored one for himself."Maybe. Maybe they didn’t. Or maybe they wanted to hide me amongst the rest of the alphabet soup agencies. The thirty-story office building, shared its floors amongst countless other police-like agencies. Everything from the US Marshalls, the FBI, CIA, PTA, Federal Courts and who knew who else.Maybe her intent was to let anyone that was interested believe I contracted out my programming expertise, as my cover suggested. I doubted that would hold water though. Heather’s follow-through with her promises.