Khaat and Brian had a wonderful dinner of baked fish with fresh vegetables and finished with galaktoboureko--a Greek custard pie, served with some strong espresso-like coffee. It was perfect. Then they got up and danced slowly on the sand when the little band played slow music.
For Brian, there was nothing he treasured more than the feeling of having her wrapped close to him, and lately, there had been far too little of it, too many irons in the fire, and too many fires to put out, for that matter. Tonight, he wanted the only fire to be the one that was the chemistry between him and her that bonded them together, the passion they both had for each other. He felt he could have danced all night long with her, but he felt her weight falling slowly more and more on him, and he realized her knee was giving her trouble. She seemed oblivious to it because she was caught up in the moment. Any other time, he would have cared. Tonight, he was glad she was that happy that all that mattered to her was him.
He got her to sit and he ordered another coffee for both of them, and they sat outside at a small table on the sand, looking up at the stars, and holding hands, not saying anything at all--until the phone rang. He answered it.
"We're on our way," he told Jess. "We'll be there in a few minutes, as soon as we finish our coffee." When he hung up he looked at Khaat.
"Our coffee is gone," she told him.
"I know," he grinned at her. "I want a few more minutes."
"Why? I'm not planning on going to sleep, and I'm not planning on you going to sleep either, maybe not at all."
"You read my mind," he laughed.
"Then let's go pick them up and get back," she said.
"You twisted my arm," he said. They got up and headed to the car and went back to pick up Jess and Jack.
"You guys ready for us?" Brian asked when they pulled up.