The drinks were on the table when he returned. She was looking through the window, out at the Falls.

"It really is beautiful, isn't it?"

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"I love it here," he agreed, as he sat down.

"It is just such a calming place."

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She looked back at him. In spite of herself, she smiled.

"Even with all the people?"

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"You can easily get lost in a crowd here and I like that. I rarely, if ever, see anyone I know. Its a perfect getaway."

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"You've been coming here for a long time?"

She turned back to face him again.

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"Is that a question or statement?"

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She started chewing her straw, but pulled it out and tossed it on the table, when she saw him looking at her.

They both laughed.

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He continued. "My company does a lot of work with the Casinos and Hotels here. We developed most of their computer systems and security features. I am the one who trains them how to properly use them and we are constantly updating them as we develop new features."

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She was impressed.

"So you know computers?"

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He laughed.

"Just a little."

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She sat forward.

"Well I have this issue with my Ipad."

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"Shut it down, instead of just turning it off. Let it do its reboot and updates."

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"How did you know that I never shut it down?"

Now she was impressed.

"You didn't get that from my body language."

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He shook his head.

"It is the most common issue with the Ipad. People just basically put it to sleep."

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She nodded. "I will do that. Thank you."

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He took a mouthful of beer.

"You are welcome.

Sooooooo....

Now, its your turn."

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She put her hair back over her ear.

He smiled at her.

"Don't say a thing."

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He made a lip zipping motion.

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She rolled her eyes.

"Anyyyyyywayyyyy ...," she exaggerated.

"I am in real estate. Well at least my father's company is."

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"Yetman Realty and Investments."

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She nodded.

"That's right. You are good at this."

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He shook his head.

"Not really, I have dealt with your father before."

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She looked puzzled.

"When?"

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He thought for a moment.

"About seven years ago. We purchased a building in Halifax to relocate our company too."

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She thought for a moment, but had no recollection.

She shook her head.

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"The Harris building."

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She sat back again in her chair.

"Rebel Computers?"

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He nodded.

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"You work for Rebel?"

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Again he nodded.

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She gave him a stern look.

"You promised. No one word answers."

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He pointed to his glass.

"I was drinking my beer."

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She stared at him.

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"What?"

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"Yes, Vickie, I work for Rebel as ....," she started his sentence for him.

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He sat back in his chair laughing. In spite of himself, he really liked this woman.

"Yes, Vickie, I work for Rebel as their head of Management training and systems Training. I also help develop the programs and I am their Head of Sales."

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Now she was really impressed.

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"You sound like you own the company," she commented, nonchalantly.

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He shrugged his shoulders and sipped his beer.

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"You son of a bitch."

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He looked startled.

"Now what did I do?"

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"You own the company."

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"I never said that."

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She sat forward and stared into his eyes.

"I could read it in your body language. Your eyes looked down and you went directly to your beer."

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He nodded. He was impressed.

"Very good."

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"You mean I am right?"

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Again, he nodded.

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She thrust her arm into the air.

"Yessssssss. One for Vickie."

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He took a deep breath. There was definitely something about this woman that was getting to him; apart from the obvious beauty and physical attraction. She had a wonderful attitude and what was becoming more evident, an amazing free spirit that was coming out piece by piece.

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She noticed him looking at her. She blushed slightly.

"Did I embarrass you?"

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"How?"

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"Well, the whole arm in the air thing."

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He shook his head.

"Not at all."

His voice was deep and gentle.

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There was a moment of silence.

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"Are you hungry?" she wondered, aloud.

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He nodded.

"Matter of fact I am."

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"They serve food here right?"

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He looked toward the bar. Kevin was at their table in a minute.

"The lady would like some food."

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"Would you like a menu?"

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She looked at Dylan.

"What do you eat here?"

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"I love finger food. You know, platter of wings and veggies and potato skins. Stuff like that."

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She was nodding as he spoke.

"That is what I like. I love taco chips with melted cheese and hot peppers and hamburger meat."

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Kevin was smiling.

"Why don't I get you an assortment?"

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They both nodded.

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"That was weird," she quipped.

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"What was?"

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"The food thing. We both like the same foods."

She was quickly wondering what else they might share in common.

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He smiled. Another positive thing.

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She looked at her drink, swishing it around in her hand, poking at the ice with her finger.

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"Is there something wrong with your drink?"

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She shook her head.

"Not really, I just lost my taste for it. I usually drink beer."

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He got up, quickly and took her drink.

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"What are you doing?"

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"Getting you a beer."

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"I could have done that."

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He put his finger to his lip.

"Shhhh. Besides, I'm paying for it."

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"No way," she argued.

It was too late. He was already at the bar.