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spread the word around the Hamptons, so Chrissy figured we should lay low for the next few months.”
                “Mr. Money?” Nick asked with a smile.
                I rolled my eyes, “That’s what I call her married boyfriend.  I’ve only met him once, and he spent the entire time talking about money.”
                He smiled some more, “It sounds like you don’t exactly like him.”
                “Honestly,” I sighed.  “He’s probably not that bad, but I don’t approve of their relationship.  He’s married, and not to Chrissy.”
                “Are they in love?”
                I put my feet down and stopped the bike.  Nick skidded to a stop as well.  He gave me a questioning look.
                “It doesn’t matter if they’re in love or not.  He’s married.  He has a wife and a child.  If he doesn’t want to be married anymore then he should be man enough to admit he’s made a mistake and get a divorce.” 
                Nick nodded his head, “I agree.”
                I stared at him for a few seconds then asked, “Are you married?”
                He stared back at me, “No.”
                “Are you divorced?” I maintained eye contact with him as I asked.
                “No,” he said and smiled.  “I’m not engaged, either.”
                A smile crept to my face, “I was just checking.”
                He shrugged, but kept the smile on his face, “No problem.”
                Suddenly embarrassed by the awkward turn our conversation had taken, I blushed and looked away.  “Where are we going again?”  I got back up on the bike and started off in the direction we were heading in before.  Nick did the same.
                “There’s a restaurant up here.  I thought maybe we could grab some lunch.” He kept his eyes forward as we rode closer to the buildings.
                When I’d come down stairs to meet Nick, I had no idea what he had planned.  I hadn’t brought any money or cards with me.
                He must have read my mind.  “It’s my treat.  I owe you lunch from yesterday.” 
                Relieved, but still hesitant to agree to lunch, I said, “Do you think we can find a place that serves peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?”
                He grinned, “It can’t hurt to ask.”
                A few minutes later, we’d parked our bikes on the side of a small restaurant and found ourselves seated on an outdoor patio.  It was a beautiful day and the ride had been wonderful, but I couldn’t help but be happy to be sitting still on a soft cushiony chair. 
                “Can I get you two something to drink?” the waitress asked us.  She looked to be about forty, with a mop of dark curls plastered on the top of her head.  She smiled warmly at us and waited for our response.
                “Do you have sweet tea?” I asked with a childlike smile.
                She lowered her head and put her hand on her hip.  “Sweetheart, this is the south!  Sweet tea practically comes out of the spicket here!”
                I smiled, “Good.  I’d love a sweet tea with lemon.”
                She gave me a wink and turned to Nick.
                “I guess I’ll have the same.”  He smiled at us both.  Just before the waitress walked away he asked, “You don’t happen to serve peanut butter and jelly sandwiches here do you?”
                The waitress flashed Nick a seductive smile, leaned over the table, and whispered in a husky voice, “Cutie, you can have whatever your heart desires.  It doesn’t even need to be on the menu.”
                I suppressed a laugh as the color rose up from Nick’s neck to his hairline.  The