He'd promised to make the arrangements, so he'd better get on with it, he mused. 'Time passes quickly enough with my woolgathering.'Finished with his ...breakfast, he rinsed out his bowl and mug and set them to drain. He grabbed his phone and dialled the dance studio.After a few rings, he heard Belinda's cultured voice, "Hello, YB Dance Studio, how can I help?" Hi Belinda, it's Stan Hinch. How are you? Have you got a moment?" Oh, Hello Stan. Yves and I are fine, busy but fine. Nice to hear from. "He was interrupted by the waitress, who filled our cups with coffee, asked if there would be anything else, and when we said no, she dropped the check on the table between Doug and me.John and I watched the big man finish his pancakes and move the sausage to one side before starting on the scrambled eggs. Between bites, he told John that I was wasting his time by sending him to bank loan officers, one after another. "You could get the money from that tall broad you're shacked up with. We hear. Maybe we could start by going around the crowd here and introducing ourselves and then the two of you can tell us about yourselves. Unless you have questions that’s our only agenda.”Aaron started after general agreement. “I’m Aaron and Shelby’s husband, as you know. I work with the one male who isn’t here tonight because he’s doing some deal out in Silicon Valley. Officially, my title is Chief Technology Officer for the Bennett Foundation, but I have a pretty wide scope of work, even helping. With a smirk she leaned in and kissed me again. This time with less force, our tongues dancing back and forth like old friends as I reached up to stroke her cheek and run my hands through her hair. I was rewarded with a low moan and a tremble from Nikki as she pulled away. Her eyes, as dark as any I had ever seen, were bright and slightly lidded. Without letting go of arms of my chair she sunk down to her knees and put her head in my lap, rubbing her cheek against my thighs in a very cat-like.