Irene smiled at Sam.  Yeah, she mused, she had it bad for the lanky lawman. She sighed, shaking her head.  "You stay put," she said, pointing at Sam as she pushed back from the table to barge into the kitchen.<br/><br/>Diners watched, some in surprise, a few horrified she'd dare to enter the men's domain, their kingdom.  She glanced over her shoulder as the door swung shut.  "O.K, Froggy...." she started and that was all the diners could hear.<br/><br/>Irene returned from the kitchen with a frothy pint of beer and set it before Sam.  "I know Louis' secrets...one being an affinity for beer.  He keeps it for himself, but with the proper pressure applied..."  She smiled.<br/><br/>Louis appeared, a perfect rosy imprint of Irene's lips on his cheek, and served their dinner.  He settled a frothy white napkin in Irene's lap.  "For the shrew," he said, smiling and giving her jawline a caress with his forefinger.  "And, the man lucky enough to win her," he added, knowing better than to reach for Sam's lap and handing him a napkin along with a pat on the shoulder.  He left them to dine, both a little bemused.<br/><br/>Irene chuckled.  "I only kissed his cheek," she said.  "I think people may treat them differently.  I don't.  So, maybe they have a soft spot in their hearts for me...now, us."  She lifted her wine glass to Sam.  "To one of many dinners together, Mr. Markham."