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different, but very velvety rendition of Sinatra’s Fly Me to the Moon. Wow, both of them could dance very well. I enjoyed watching them show off. They looked comfortable doing it, as if they had danced together many times. As they were enjoying themselves, Drew phoned me back to let me know that the CEO, some board members, and venture capitalist guys would like to have a dinner meeting on Thursday with Grayson and I should set up the venue. Game on.
    Finally, returning to the table, Zoe made an apology of leaving me alone so long while they enjoyed themselves on the dance floor. “We love to dance together. Grayson gave me away at my wedding, since our Dad had passed on. We took dance lessons so that he could do the father/brother dance with me at the reception. We both fell in love with dancing and love live music.”
    “Well, I don’t dance well, but Cooper makes it fun, whatever you call what we are doing.”
    To lock the business deal down before time got away, “Grayson, can you possibly join my boss and a few other business colleagues for a dinner meeting on Thursday for a discussion and planning of the beta site proposal?”
    “Yes, I believe I can work that into my schedule.” Grayson agreed to the dinner meeting. After which, we continued to make small talk for a few more minutes. Zoe excused herself to go home to her new husband, leaving Grayson and I alone. The atmosphere quickly became electric between the two of us. I could feel some kind of connectivity. This crazy current runs through me when we are together. I wanted to get to know him more, now that I knew he wasn’t married. “How long has Zoe lived in Dallas?” I was trying to figure out how long they had resided here and what brought them here, and from where?
    “She moved here eight years ago to attend the nursing program at TWU, which is one of the best in the country. Subsequently, she met Brent, her husband, whose family is also from the area. I joined them here two years ago.”
    “Do you have any family here in the area?” he asked, as he refilled our wine. A move, which indicates he is not ready to leave just yet.
     
    “No, my family is in Chicago. I just have Cooper here with me. Speaking of Chicago, are you really a Bears fan?” If so, that just scored him double points!
    “Yes, I spent some of my younger years in Chicago and I enjoy the Bears. Maybe we can catch a game sometime?” spoken with a sheepish grin. Wow, that comment just indicated he wanted to see me socially again! Pausing, just studying my face, “How old are you, Alexandra?” I wonder why he wants to know, maybe it is the same reason I want to know. How much older than me he may be?
    “I am 26, and you?”
    “I got 10 on you,” he spoke rather abruptly, all the while just looking at me with wanting eyes. Suddenly, our table was quiet, overcome with silence. It was as if the world had stopped in mid-motion, the rest of the restaurant a blur. The air thick with tension.
    He twisted the wine bottle nervously, not making eye contact. After a few minutes more, he looked up, “Alexandra, do you live around here?”
    “I do. Cooper and I share an apartment at the Manchester’s. We found the brownstone facade beautiful and we are in love with having a dual-master floor plan. And you?”
    “I also live in the Manchester’s,” and I find that his eyes are on me, going up and down my body, giving me goose bumps. The sapphire color of his eyes sparkles as if they are filled with deep blue glitter, full of intensity. Catching me in his trance. Several times, he smiled at me and his bright whites lit up the room. It was mesmerizing. I didn’t even notice the noise of our surroundings or the music of the band. I was lost in him and found it difficult to breath.
    What are the odds, we’re neighbors! Before I can settle in to my thoughts, Grayson sees my reaction. “Alexandra, I have a full clinic day tomorrow, so I will walk you out. If it is alright with you, could