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Just then, our server appeared with Cricket’s champagne and my martini, which he placed in front of me.
“Thank God,” I said. “I’m gonna need this, after all. In fact, go ahead and bring me another.”
“What happened to you being a perfect gentleman?” she chided.
“Would you settle for an imperfect gentleman?”
“Jase.”
I gave our server a nod, and he replied with, “I’ll give you two a little time with the menus, and come back for your dinner selections,” before disappearing.
“I’m sorry, that was kind of a lot to lay on me all at once. You’re gonna have to gimme a minute to make some sense of all of it.”
“What part do you need clarification on?” she asked, then sipped her champagne. The tip of her tongue slipped over her upper lip briefly and I felt my zipper press against my harde
