"Then du bist meine mann would mean you are my man, right?" Marti laced her fingers with his and snuggled closer.
"Right, you studied a language in college?"
"Yes. I took two years of French but I never really used it. Still, it helps when I hear another language."
"Say something to me in French."
Squeezing his hand, she whispered, "Vous touchez mon coeur."
"I touch something?" he asked.
"My heart," Marti replied slowly looking at their hands. Chuck could sense her vulnerability.
"Ah-h, you touch mine, too, liebchen." He sighed pulling her close. "Maybe you can give a tour of this place tomorrow after breakfast."
"We can check it out together. I only saw the dining area where they serve cocktails. You're gonna love breakfast. It's a buffet."
Kissing her hair, he chuckled, "We burned a lot of calories tonight. You can have two croissants."
"Maybe I'll be brave and try grits. We are in the deep South."
"I'm a traditional man when it comes to breakfast – give me eggs and toast."
"I'll remember that the next time you visit," Marti quipped.
"And, I'll have a croissant when you come see me, babe," he replied.
"I need to think about next weekend when I visit you and Shirley. Is there anyone else I can interview while I’m in town?"
"Why don't you call your media contacts to see if Serino uses any of the Greenville TV studios to tape his programs? They might have some interesting stories."
"That's a good idea, Chuck. I have the list at home that I made up for Shirley." Grabbing his hand, she kissed his fingers. "There is one more thing before you go to sleep."
Chuck squeezed her hand, "Yeah, and what might that be."
Looking up at him with twinkling eyes, she said, "There is a resident ghost, Hank, who drifts from room to room. If you feel a cold breeze pass over you, just snuggle up to me."
"Are you kidding me?"
"No, I read about him in the literature downstairs. He died working on the building and his spirit remains."
"Well, as long as you're here, I feel safe," Chuck said turning her away so he could snuggle up to her back. "Sweet dreams, babe."
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