"You'll have to get a couple of drinks into me before I start answering personal questions," Nana replied, with just a tinge of flirtation in her tone.

"Is that how many of your dreams begin?" I quipped back. "Some young swain plying you with alcohol?"

"Curtis!" Nana gasped playfully.

"Samantha!" I parodied back.

"We're already quite late, we should get going," Mom suggested.

"Good call, Alexis," I concurred.

"You seem to really like calling us by our first names," Nana noted.

"Like I said," I smiled, proffering her my arm, "tonight you are not my Nana, but my hot date."

"You have two dates tonight?" she asked, while graciously draping...