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who’d swept him off his feet three years ago. Regaining his focus he replied, “I’ll be sure to find the criteria regarding entry into that exclusive club. I’ve heard initiation can be strenuous. Perhaps you’re not up to the challenge?”
    “ Mr. Burke, you check out the specifications, and I’ll concentrate on my aptitude.”
    He tried, unsuccessfully, to keep his grin concealed, “Aptitude isn’t an issue, Mrs. Burke. I believe the component in question is altitude.”
    Sophia buried her lips into the crook of his neck. “You provide the altitude, I’ll provide the aptitude.”
    “ We can do a test run at sea level, just to be sure.”
    Sophia amusingly shook her head. This was a battle of wits she didn’t want to win.
    “ Perhaps, when I get home?” Derek didn’t wait for an answer from his wife as he picked up the phone, his voice no longer playful, “Danni, make the necessary arrangements. My wife and I need a Shedis-tics jet to fly to Provincetown, Massachusetts, leaving tomorrow and returning Thursday.” Sophia listened to his side of the conversation.
    “ That can be rescheduled.” “That, I can do from anywhere.” “Do you have any other concerns?” Sophia heard the agitation in his voice. She wondered if Danni recognized it too. Derek continued, “That is fine. Let me know the final arrangements.” “Thanks, Danni.” He hung-up. Smirking ear-to-ear he proposed, “The next order of business it to research the requirements for that club.”
    Sophia squeezed his neck, “Thank you! We can work day and night to get back for that dinner.”
    Derek caressed her waist as his eyes muted ever so slightly, “I think I know a better way to spend our nights.”
    Sophia giggled, “Really? We can debate the pros and cons of each proposal.”
    “ No. I think I’m evoking the helpful husband card; you’ll have to agree to my proposal -- no debating allowed.”
    She didn’t argue. “I see your point. However, I’ll need at least an abstract of your ideas presented tonight at home.” Her eyes twinkled as she stood and smoothed her skirt.
    “ You drive a hard bargain.” Derek replied, “See you tonight.”
    They kissed and Sophia opened the door of his private office. Walking past Danni’s desk, her mind filled with Derek’s affection and playful banter. As she turned toward the impassive gaze of his private assistant, Sophia summoned her sweetest voice and said, “Thanks, Danni. Bye.”
    From gritted teeth, Danni replied, “You’re welcome.”
     
    Walking along the still crowded sidewalk, Sophia felt the sensation of floating. Had someone really offered 2.3 million for her art work? It didn’t seem possible. And her conversation with Derek went in such an unexpected direction. She’d expected him to be supportive, yet reserved about missing the dinner. After all, how important could attendance at a fundraiser really be for a Fortune 500 company?
    Despite his executive pretense, he was just a man. Sophia told herself; she needed to remember that. After all, she was just a woman. That makes the two of them compatible in a remarkable way.
    Wanting to speak to Mr. George in person, Sophia drove back to Palo Alto. She wanted to let him know she and her husband would be packaging her work and getting it west as soon as possible. Before facing Mr. White Teeth , Sophia decided to stop for a cup of tea and some lunch. Working her way into a bustling cafe on the same street as the Art Studio, Sophia scanned the crowd looking for an empty seat.
    The cafe hummed with the drone of conversations at most every table. The aroma of freshly baked bread, rich coffee, and tangy spices made her empty stomach twist with anticipation. She stepped toward the counter to read the menu above, when a woman near the window with an electronic tablet, cup of coffee, and salad caught her attention. She looked vaguely familiar. Sophia didn’t want to stare. It just seemed strange that she’d know anyone eating in Palo Alto.
     
    *****
     
    The chatter of the busy cafe surrounded Claire, soothing her aching temples. She mindlessly picked at her half eaten salad while simultaneously skimming the latest news on her iPad. Relishing the temporary reprieve, she enjoyed one of her first free moments in the last week. She realized the irony of solitude in a crowd.
    Last Saturday, her sister, Emily, and brother-in-law, John, arrived in San Francisco. Since then, she’s hardly had a minute alone. Wistfully she