<br/>One thing about it her husband insisted, always insisted, on being a gentleman.  Since they began dating he came around to open her door.  In fact the first time she opened it for her self and began getting out he pushed her back in.  “No.  This is my job, my honor always…”  She never again touched a door to enter when he was around.  And to this day she still blushed whenever he opened a door for her.<br/><br/>Katrina leaned into him slightly when he kissed her forehead,  her lips grazed his neck before he lead her to the restaurant.  When they entered she spotted the other couple .  She smiled and nodded politely.  They’d not really socialized before.  Though met at a few of Trent’s obligatory business functions.  There had been a few polite conversations.<br/><br/>But Katrina knew that the men had fallen into an easy friendship.  They often met in the local Sports bar to unwind or catch a game one the wide screen.  She was sure not to get in the way when he spent time away from her.  She knew, growing up with brothers that men sometimes needed space, to wind down in their own way away from women.