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    “Ah, here’s my girl now.” Nathan quipped.
    “Hey, Stewey, how are you?” Evie asked cheerily.
    “I’m good, sorry to have barged in lassie. Wondered if you two wanted to join us for dinner?”
    “What do you think, honey? Sounds good to me,” Evie agreed, as her hand brushed Nathan’s.
    “Give us an hour Stewey, we’ll meet you in the lobby, and oh, get the beers in!”
    That was Stewey’s cue to leave, and he caught on fast, made a polite exit, and left them to finish getting ready for the evening’s activities.
    “Now, where were we?” Nathan pulled her towards him, his hands under her bottom to lift her, which brought her face to his. He kissed her tenderly and traced the contours of her mouth, before teasing her neck with his lips. He could feel the slight tremble from her body at his touches, the sensation enhanced by the faint, perfumed scent from her earlier shower. The tucked-in plain towel that covered him began to constrict his groin.
    “We only have an hour, you know,” Evie said, deflated. She traced the lines of his defined upper arms, she let her palms rest over his chest as she looked into his eyes. “Let’s get ready, savour this desire and then tonight—” she hinted, but the sentence hung unfinished.
    Nathan kissed her again, turned her around, and playfully patted her bottom back towards the bedroom.
    *****
    A little under an hour later, Evie strolled from the bedroom in a backless, black dress, which accentuated her body. Nathan stood, unable to remove his gaze as she approached.
    “Will I do?” she smiled coyly.
    “What won’t you do?” Nathan quipped as he brushed his lips against hers, mindful of the subtle makeup. “You look, stunning—truly stunning.”
    “Thank you, honey. Nice shirt, suits you, and I know what’s underneath,” she teased.
    “Shall we?” Nathan asked, offering his arm to accentuate the gentlemanly implication.
    Together, they made their way down to the lobby to be greeted by the admiring glances of the various guests. An overly long appraisal from Stewey earned him a swift, firm dig to his ribs from his lovely wife, Alisa.
    Hand-in-hand, Nathan and Evie approached the table. Stewey still managed to retain his gaze upon Evie, albeit much more clandestine after his reproach. To his credit, each place had a fresh, chilled drink ready and waiting, wine for the ladies, and beer for the gents.
    “I was just about to say you look great—Nathan!” Stewey teased with a flash of his charming smile.
    “Aw thanks, mate. You know, you might have got away with it but for the fact that your gaze was nowhere near me,” Nathan announced, with a wink to Alisa.
    Stewey feigned injury to his ribs and pulled his wife close for a peck on the cheek.
    “Evie, that dress is stunning on you. You must tell me where you bought it,” Alisa complimented.
    She was taller than Stewey, though not by much, given the slender legs nicely finished off with subtle heels. Her eyes were the darkest Nathan had ever seen, aside from those of the deadheads. They shone, pure black as night, and distinctly far eastern, to match what seemed to be endless black locks—which extended to just below the base of her spine.
    “Alisa, thank you. Join me to the ladies’ room, I’ll tell you all about it.” Evie replied.
    Both women smiled as they made their way out, followed once more by respective gazes of both Nathan, and Stewey.
    “You okay mate? You looked miles away there for a second, something wrong?” Stewey asked with genuine concern in his voice.
    “What? Oh, yes, I’m back. It’s all good. It was nothing, just a memory that’s all.”
    He’d told no one of the ongoing night terrors since his near-death encounter with the S.A.L.B.Y. virus, but lately, the dreams weren’t confined to the blanket of night. “What’s on the menu then?” Nathan said, in a bid to break the uneasy moment.
    Stewey