Sam listened intently to all Irene had to say.  His stomach settled and he sighed as his nerves calmed as he heard her say what was for him the most important part of what Irene said,<em>“Sam . . . I want you, too . . . ” </em>She’d made his day . . . heck his life.  He welcomed her into his lap and he held her tenderly as she talked and snuggled in against him so lovingly.<br/><br/>“I’m not much of a romantic Irene.  I tend toward the cynical side, I guess.  That’s from the work I think.  Probably something like you . . . but today I think I’m a believer in love at first sight.  The way you were with me downstairs at the bar had me all jumbled up with wanting to know you . . . to have you.  Hell I even called it ‘the plan.’   Heck honey . . . I don’t plan much more than where I’m going tomorrow.  But I knew from the start that with you some how and some way was what I wanted.”<br/><br/>He kissed her softly . . . his hand caressing her breast.<br/><br/>“You didn’t kill the mood baby . . . you only got us where we both wanted to be but were having a heck of a time getting there.  I’m much happier where we are than where we were.  So I believe you’re due some cleansing still . . . and so am I . . . and more than ever I want the night with you . . . and tomorrow.  We’ve some sorting to do . . . but not now and not in bed . . . okay.   Tomorrow we’ll have time to attend to it.  Now I just want to enjoy you and fit together like we do so well.”<br/><br/>He winked slyly at her as he wet the cloth with fresh water and washed her back as his tongue slipped into her mouth in a deep, emotionally laden kiss.<br/><br/>“Have I mentioned, Irene Garrison, how beautiful you are?”