"Well, this is a match made in heaven," she exaggerated sweetly before leaving the bathroom.
Crawling into bed, Chuck asked, "Do you have a favorite side of the bed?"
"No, I usually drift to the right where the light is. I read in bed every night."
Drawing back the covers, Chuck patted her side of the bed. "Come cuddle with me. I have more interview questions."
"Oh, no, I’ve created a monster."
"No, I just like to cuddle before going to sleep. It was the one time I got my Mom to myself. She used to come in and read me a bedtime story."
"Ok. What was your favorite bedtime story?" Marti asked curling under his shoulder.
"The Little Train that Could," What was yours?"
"The Magic Unicorn."
"Don’t know that one but it sounds perfect for a little girl. Do you still have the stuffed unicorn?"
"I’m sure my Mom does, tucked away in a box somewhere." She looked at Chuck, "I gotta tell you this is a tradition I’d want to keep."
"Me, too," He reached over to kiss her. "Thanks for not pulling on PJs."
"It never even occurred to me," she laughed, "But I do have you to keep me warm."
"Yes, Ma’am, you do." Pulling her close he said, "I’ve made reservations at the VIP Lounge tomorrow night. Have you ever been there?"
"No, I’ve heard about it. It’s a jazz club, I think."
"That’s right. Someone is performing tomorrow night. We’ll have dinner and listen to music."
"I must confess. I’m not sure I have the perfect little black dress. Most of my clothes are professional, but I think I can improvise something."
"Will there be clothes at the market tomorrow?"
"It’s a street fair so there will be everything – art, food, clothes and jewelry."
"Then we’ll keep our eyes open. I’ll trade you- the floral wrap for one little black dress."
"You’ve got a deal. That sounds like fun. Wander around, eat off the carts and find a dress."
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