"Well, the next couple nights are out. Saturday could be OK, but actually... we were hoping to have you over for that dinner we talked about," answered Candy.

Isa arched a brow. "We were?"

"Surprise! Yeah, we were. Just the three of us, for a nice intimate meal."

"Do I have to cook?"

"I said anice meal, honey. Not finger sandwiches."

"Sounds good to me, then."

Candy looked back to me. "How about you?"

"Saturday would be fine." It was one of the challenges of having a broad assortment of high school girls at my beck and call -- they tended to be busy Saturday nights. I seldom was.

"Great....