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                He grinned back at me, “Who isn’t?”
                “I guess I just had you pegged as a butt man, that’s all.”
                He grinned some more, “Is that because you caught me staring at your butt when we were heading back up to the house yesterday?”
                I blushed, “Maybe.”
                “Well, that wasn’t my fault.  What else was I supposed to do, not look directly ahead of me as I walked up the stairs?”  He grinned, “Besides, I had to keep an eye on you just in case you tripped and came tumbling back on me as we walked up the stairs.”
                I rolled my eyes at him and he laughed. 
                “Although, to be honest,” he flashed a sheepish smile, “I was checking out your butt when you were trying to pull yourself back onto the surfboard.”
                My mouth flew open in mock horror and I tossed my napkin at him. 
                He caught the napkin, laughed, and shrugged, “I couldn’t help it!  It was right there in front of me and you just looked so funny trying to pull yourself up.”
                “Well if there is a more ladylike way to pull yourself onto a surfboard, I’ve never been taught it, and since you were my teacher, I blame you.”
                “Glad to see you two getting along again,” the waitress said as she refilled our tea.  “For a minute there, I thought my flirting had caused a fight between the two of you lovebirds.”
                Without missing a beat, I said, “Oh, you can have him.  He’s not much of catch once you take him home and look at him under different lights.”  I flashed Nick a sweet smile and took a sip of tea.
                “She’s sassier than I thought she’d be,” the waitress said to Nick with a nod and wink in my direction.
                Nick eyed me as I smiled back at him.  “Don’t listen to her.  She’s crazy about me, has been since the day she met me.” Nick said and cocked his eyebrow in my direction as if passing the ball to me next.
                “How long have you two been together?” the waitress, who was still hanging around our table, asked.
                Obviously, wanting control of our little game, Nick spoke first.  “Three years.”
                “Three years and you haven’t put a ring on that finger, yet?” the waitress put her hand on her hip and gave him a stern look.
                Seizing the opportunity to take over, I laughed and said, “Oh, he did.  Last week actually, except being the genius that he is, he bought me a ring two sizes too big.  It’s back home at the jewelers getting sized.”
                Nick smiled.
                “How did he do it?  I bet it was very romantic.  He seems like the romantic type.”  The waitress was getting into our story now.
                Nick, still smiling, watched me intently.
                “No romance.  He’s a straightforward kind of guy.  I came home one night last week and he had the ring and asked me.  We don’t need all that sappy romance stuff, right, honey?”  I smiled at Nick across the table.
                “Nope.  No romance for us.  We keep it simple,” he smiled back at me.
                The waitress, who clearly looked disappointed in the turn our story had taken, asked, “What about the ring?  What did it look like?”
                Figuring I’d throw her a bone, I sighed and put a dreamy look on my face.  “Now that is a different story.  See, he may not be the sappy romantic type when it comes to saying how he feels, but he can pick out a nice piece of jewelry.”
                “I didn’t pick it out.  I designed it and had it made.”  Nick corrected me.
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