“Drat.” Sarah snapped her fingers “I knew I shouldn’t have told you the truth and just let you continue to believe I was some model diva.”  She peeked up at him through her eyelashes and returned his teasing grin.<br/><br/>In truth she was glad she had told him who she really was.  Partially because she had been a nervous wreck to begin with and the diva thing would have been hard to maintain, if she was inclined to do so, but mainly she was glad she told him because he was obviously relaxed enough to tease her and it made enjoying his company much more pleasurable.<br/><br/>“I very rarely get involved in the operation side of things back home these days; it’s been years since I’ve been camping.  In fact last time was end of senior year.  A group of us went up into the hills as our final trip together, before we all headed off to college.   Sure that sounds pretty boring, but we had fun.”<br/><br/>She sliced through her cannelloni, which the waiter had deposited in front of her with Coopers firs dish, and popped the sliver into her mouth with a sighed.  It wasn’t the best she had ever tasted, but it was close.  Funny how it never did taste as good as it did the very first time she had tried it, in a little Italian restaurant up a side street.    She would have to make a point of going back again when she got home.<br/><br/>“And you’re right they do have everything here, if what I’ve seen in your rooms anything to go by.”  She ducked her head down when she felt the heat creep up her cheeks, remembering some of the things she had seen in the dresser drawers when she had been looking for the notepad and pen to leave him that note this morning.   “But the bartending dog will have to wait to make its appearance until we return from our shopping adventure.”