MinusThe restaurant at the Hotel Dufrane was as beautiful as advertised. I slipped the hostess a little something for a private table, and she instructed our server to seat us at booth number three. He led us to an intimate spot, located in the back corner, and sat us down.“Wow, Mr. Bond, I’m impressed. A tie, a private booth. What next, a ride in your Aston Martin?” Cricket teased.“Fat Boy.”“What?”“Along with putting me up in this fine establishment, and paying for this dinner, Cutter has also purchased me a brand-new Harley-Davidson Fat Boy.”“Wow, he’s really trying to wine and dine you, isn’t he?” Cricket razzed.“Speaking of which. Drink?” I asked.“How can I say no, when I know my uncle is paying?” She smiled, and I swear to God it felt like my heart was being squeezed.I turned to our server, “Champagne for the lady, something incredibly old, and awfully expensive. And I’ll have—”“A vodka martini; shaken, not stirred,” she said.I laughed and replied, “Extra olives please
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