It was a week again before they spoke. She had gotten home from their last date and realized that he'd slipped his own card into her pocket, so she had his number. She called him as she was getting ready to go home for the weekend.

"This is Logan," he answered.

"Hey," she greeted. "This is Nina."

"Well hello. How are you?"

"Tired, but good. You?"

"The same."

"Big plans tonight?" She asked.

"This and that, y'know."

"My plans fell through, so I'm not quite sure what to do with my evening."

"What do you know," he said. "My plans fell through, too."

"What a coincidence," she remarked. "How about I cook some dinner?"

"Do I get to join you?"

"If you'd like."

"I'd like," he answered.

When he arrived, she buzzed him in and went back to the kitchen, finishing the final touches on dinner. He knocked on the door and she went to let him in. "Hey," she smiled at him. "Good timing. Give me a minute." He followed her into the kitchen and looked at the plates. Burgers and fries. He then glanced at the take out wrappers on the counter beside the plates.

"You cooked?"

She pulled two wine glasses from the cabinet and looked at him. "What? You think I actually meant I'd cook? I'm not trying to kill you, Mike." She laughed and went to the fridge for a bottle of wine. He laughed too, and milled out into the living room, looking her place over.

"Nice stereo," he called in to her.

"Thanks. My brothers fix me up with stuff like that. Personally I'd be fine with a small thing with four buttons."

"I know what you mean. I know I'm supposed to be a guy and like these toys but...they just confuse me. I got one of those DVD players last month and had to have my partner come hook it up."

Nina grinned. "Well, feel free to put something on." She was pouring the wine carefully.

"Hmm...interesting taste in music."

"What does that mean?" She put the wine glasses on the bar counter, and moved the plates over as well.

"It means...interesting. You've got Pink Floyd next to James Brown."

She smiled and walked out into the living room. "If I share a horrible horrible secret with you, do you promise not to pick on me?"

He turned from the stereo and gave her a grin. "I can promise to keep it a secret, but until I hear more, I promise nothing else."

"Check the cabinet on top there."

He looked up at the entertainment shelf and saw a small cabinet. There was a child proof latch on it, which took him a moment to figure out. He pulled the door open and stared. Then he let out an amazed exhale. "How many Frank Sinatra CD's do you own?" He started pawing through them.

"Every one I can find. What, no snappy remark?" She watched him look through them. He pulled one down and turned to her. His smile was still broad.

"There are two things I will never make fun of, a beautiful woman giving me dinner..." he flapped the case, "and Frank." He turned back to the stereo and put the CD in and shuffled through until he found what he was looking for. Then he walked over to her as the song started up. "I just can't believe you like him, too."

"I'm a bit surprised myself. You like Frank?"

"I've been told it's unhealthy."

"By who?"

"Well...Goren, for one."

"He's an idiot then."

"Hmmm," he nodded and took her hand and pulled her in a small spin as Frank sang, "This is a lovely way to spend an evening. Can't think of anything I'd rather do.." She laughed and pulled away from him.

"Come on, Mike. Food's getting cold."

"Something wrong with my steps?" He asked, following her to the kitchen.

"Not at all," she assured him. They sat on the barstools at the counter. He sat so that he was partially facing her and partially his plate.

He ate a fry. "Cause I wasn't showing you my best moves in there."

She laughed again. "You are crazy, you know that?"

He smiled and stared at her as he ate another fry. "I'm still getting used to the idea that you're a Frank girl."

"Always," she nodded and started in on her food.

When they were finished, she stood and took their plates over to the sink. She started filling the sink up with hot water and soap. As she turned the faucet off, Mike stepped over. "You dialed the phone, least I can do is wash the dishes," he said.

"Sounds fair," she nodded and backed off from the sink. She leaned against the counter and watched as he unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up, then flipped his tie over his shoulder. As he started washing the first plate, she didn't mind admiring his muscular forearms. He glanced over at her and caught her staring.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Nothing," she smiled. It didn't take him long to wash the two plates and glasses, then set them in the dish drain. He dried his hands and stepped over to her, not bothering to fix his sleeves or tie. He set his hands to her hips, and through her shirt she could feel that they were still warm from the hot water.

"I don't know what I'm doing here," he confessed.

"Funny, you knew what you were doing last time," she joked.

He nodded approvingly. "Yea, yea. I mean...being here. You've gotta be...what, half my age?"

"You flatter me," she said. Then she answered him. "Who's counting?" She placed her hands on his chest.

"You okay with just..."

"Logan, if I was looking for anything serious, do you really think I'd be spending time with you?"

"Point taken," he agreed. He hoisted her up and sat her on the counter. She pulled his tie down and held it between her fingers, and he stepped closer and stood between her knees. She ran her hand up the tie and tugged gently at the knot.

"Why don't you relax some?" She slowly loosened the tie until it unraveled and slid off his neck. Then she started to pull at the buttons on the top of his shirt. He moved his head down and put his lips below her ear. She drew her hands up to the back of his head and he pulled back far enough to put his mouth to hers. As he kissed her, his hands drifted down from her hips to her thighs, then back.

He put his hands to her back and pulled her forward, off of the counter. Before anything could be prevented though, she slipped from his grip and fell onto the floor, hard on her ass. She looked up at him in shock. For a moment, he wasn't sure what to do. Then he dropped down before her. His hands grabbed her arms and he looked her over for bleeding or anything.

"You okay?!" He asked.

She was finally able to speak. "I can't believe you just dropped me!"

He mouthed wordlessly a minute then saw that she was smiling. He leaned back, trying not to laugh. "Drop you? You're the one that didn't hold on," he shot back. Then they both laughed. He leaned forward again, to try and help her up, but she shook her head.

"Wait, my backbone is still rattling. Give me a minute," she leaned back against the cabinet. Her feet were planted on the floor and her knees were raised up by her face. Mike sat down, one foot down with his knee up, and the other foot tucked under his propped up knee. He sat close in front of her, barely touching her.

"You okay?" He asked again.

"Yea, I'll be fine. Can't say that's ever happened to me before."

"New one for me, too," he said.

"Must be that age thing you were talking about."

"Watch it," he warned, but he put a finger through her hair. "I can redeem myself." He leaned in and kissed her again.

"Getting there," she said softly, as his lips moved to her cheek.

"Yea?"

"Oh yea," she replied, her eyes slipping closed.

"What do you say we try that standing thing again?"

"Okay," she agreed. He stood and gently pulled her to her feet. "I'll walk on my own this time."

"Where you walkin to?" He asked curiously, still holding on to her.

"Where you think?" She clicked off the kitchen light, and pulled on his hand.

"You sure that's wise?"

"No," she replied, but continued walking.

Even Frank chimed in, "Call me irresponsible, yes I'm unreliable. But its undeniably true, I'm irresponsibly mad for you."