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Lizzie turned her surprised smile into one of welcome as leaned up and lightly kissed her husband's cheek. She then turned to Erin who smiled and stretched out her hand.

"It's so lovely to meet you Leslie. David's told me all about you."

"It's Lizzie," she corrected, trying desperately not to wince at the horrible butchering of her name.

"Right, sorry," she smiled gently shaking her head.

"It smells delicious, what did you make?" David asked.

Lizzie smiled grateful the horrible introductions were over. She led the way into the dining room, explaining what she'd made.

"This is such a quaint little place," Erin stated.

Lizzie removed the cover from the pans and slowly raised her eyes until she could just see Erin gaze around the apartment.

"It's so different from the place you had in New York."

The lid suddenly clattered loudly to the table as Lizzie's fingers seemed to lose function.

"Are you all right?" David asked.

Lizzie forced a tight smile to stretch across her lips. "I'm fine, the towel must have slipped."

She hurried into the kitchen with the removed lids. She placed then to the side and laid her hands on the counter and willed herself to take deep breaths. She certainly could not remember anyone who even remotely fit Erin's description ever having been inside their New York apartment. Her hand gently brushed her forehead as she reminded herself that she was acting foolish. It was an off handed comment. Very few New York apartments looked like this. She smiled as she shook her head. What had she been getting so worked up about?

So what if his new assistant was beautiful, leggy, and looked as if she stepped out of a fashion magazine? She, Lizzie Gordon was his wife. His wife. And just because he failed to mention a very important factor about his contact didn't mean it was anything to make a fuss about.

Smiling at her own realization, Lizzie stood and walked back into the dining room.

David caught her eye as she slid into her seat at the opposite end of the table, Erin was seated in between them. Over the bouquet of flowers, David's blue eyes peered intently at her until she finally gave in and broke the stare reaching for the bowl of mashed potatoes. "Help yourself," she smiled.

Lizzie only poked at her food, thought it tasted good, she couldn't convince herself to eat. David and Erin seemed to be enjoying it as they babbled about different events the theater had overcome.

Lizzie bit the inside of her cheek as she laid her fork on her plate and tried to find a point within the conversation where she could join in, but the opportunity never presented itself.

Finally, when her food was cold and her glass of milk had met the room temperature, Lizzie stood up and took her plate and drink into the kitchen. As she dumped her food into the trashcan she could still hear them, chatter chatter chatter, all about the theatre.

Lizzie tipped her glass forward, watching the liquid swirl into the drain. Her tongue ran along her teeth as Lizzie shook her head and began to fill the dishwasher. After that was done, she cleaned up a few more things left over from when she'd cooked dinner, then peered around the kitchen for something else to do. But, she realized with a sinking feeling. Everything was finished.

She finally took a deep breath and went back into the dining room.

David and Erin weren't there.

She heard their laughter from the living room and went to see. Erin was seated on a chair, while David almost across the room on the sofa.

Lizzie smiled and walked over, sitting next to her husband. Though he was in the middle of talking to Erin, he slipped his arms around her waist. When he'd finished talking, he gently pressed his lips to her cheek.

Lizzie heard a shuffle from the opposite side of the room. She leaned to the opposite side so David could stand up to walk Erin to the door.

"Thanks for having me over for dinner. It was delicious, Libby," Erin called over her shoulder as she left. "Bye, David."

As her husband came back over to her and stretched out his hand for hers, Lizzie smiled. It didn't matter that Erin had managed to get her name wrong, again. What did matter was that the most important man of her life was in front of her, and that now, she had every drop of attention.

Lizzie snapped from her dream like state as David gave her had a squeeze and let it fall from his grasp. He yawned and walked towards the bedroom. "Coming to bed, honey?"

Lizzie sat blankly in her seat and shook her head. Could he seriously be any more clueless?