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"I hope the food is as good as the decorations." Bruce said in a half whisper and laughed quietly. Stef nudged him and they smiled.

"It will be." She said with a mischievous glance. "Trust me, I hear the food is the best here."

Bruce wanted to ask more but the maitre'd arrived to show them to their table. He was a snooty stuffed shirt type who had much to high a value on himself. They exchanged glances that said what an ass they thought he was and had to stifle snickers. They followed him continue...

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"Jim?" Jen gasped.

Jim made a grunting noise in response and stroked the hair from her face.

"Jim. . .it is Miss. . .I lied."

Jim began to chuckle and held her close to him.

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