A/N: Nothing but fluff. I worked on this whenever I needed a break from a crime story I'm working on.

"Hey, Dad. You wanted to see me?" Morgan asked, knocking on Conrad Ecklie's open office door.

"I sure did, thanks for coming." He motioned for her to come in.

Morgan walked into the Sheriff's office, coming to a stop in front of his desk. She watched him move files, folders, papers and the odd office supply until he came across a legal envelope, already opened.

"As a perk of being the Sherriff. I've got six tickets to the policeman's ball. I thought you'd like to come?" He pulled out two tickets and handed them to her.

"You gave me two. Who am I supposed to take?' Morgan gave him a quizzical look.

"Well, I'm taking Olivia." Eclkie said.

Morgan raised her eyebrows in a nonplussed fashion. "I guess Hodges will be my date?" She wasn't overly thrilled at the thought of Hodges being her guest for the evening. She didn't mind spending time with him at work. She understood his unorthodox method of working and as a result she was one of the few who didn't find him overly odd and aggravating. But as a date for a formal event?

Ecklie laughed. "No, Catherine will be joining us as well."

"So," Morgan paused. "Who am I supposed to take then?"

"Well," Conrad replied, "I was thinking you could take Sanders."

"Greg?" Replied Morgan, incredulously. Why would her father ask Greg to take her to the equivalent of a high school prom? The Policeman's Ball had a reputation for being a very fancy night on the town with a romantic setting. What was her father trying to do? She scrunched up her forehead in confusion.

"It would be a good idea for him to come and make some contacts in the police department. He is next in line for an assistant supervisor position. Making a good impression and making his name more well known around the department would help him tremendously." Conrad said.

Morgan searched her father's face, but it did not betray any hints of an ulterior motive. She narrowed her eyes. "Now I have to ask him to go to the Policeman's ball with me? That's a little awkward."

"It's nothing you can't handle. I'm sure Sanders will say yes." From the looks Conrad saw Greg sneak at Morgan from time to time, he was aware that Greg had feelings for her. He had also noticed Morgan's step was a little more bouncy when she was teamed up with Greg. The Sheriff of Las Vegas raised his eyebrows at his daughter, challenging her to argue.

Morgan sighed, not wanting to get into an argument over free tickets. "Sure, fine. I'll ask him tonight." She said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I'm going to head back to the lab now, shift will be starting soon. Thanks for the tickets." She came around the desk to give her father a quick hug. "I'm off to crack our latest case." She left her father and headed back to the lab for another long night on a frustrating case.

Morgan and Greg had been paired up on a case that had started off promising, but the forensic evidence didn't match to their main suspect. They'd spent the better part of the week working doubles and following up on leads the evidence provided, trying to crack the case. All of the work they'd done just seemed to lead to Morgan and Greg right back to where they started.

After more hours of fruitless examination and more dead leads, the two were alone in the break room having a bite to eat and discussing their latest case. Morgan still hadn't managed to figure out a way to ask Greg about attending the Ball with her. Truthfully, she'd been putting it off. Greg wasn't known for being someone who enjoyed schmoozing with the higher ups in the department. He was more of a guy who liked to quietly go about his work. She absentmindedly moved her salad around in her container, not actually picking up any vegetables with her fork.

Puzzled, Greg looked over at Morgan, who was lost in thought beside him, eyes down at her salad. She was not even pretending to look at the case file opened in front of her on the table. "Are you okay, Morgan? You've gotten really quiet all of a sudden. " He waved a hand in front of her eyes, jokingly.

Hodges chose that second to come strolling into the break room, saving Morgan from answering Greg's question. Unfortunately, he asked Morgan if she'd received her tickets for the Ball from her father yet.

Morgan visibly jumped, "Yeah, I just spoke to him before I started shift. How's the trace evidence we found on the victim's clothing coming?" She asked Hodges, trying to change the subject.

"Just fine." Hodges replied, taking a Tupperware container out of the small refrigerator and choosing a chair across from the two. "So, are you in, Greg?" He asked, opening up his container and removing his sandwich.

"In where?" Greg scrunched up his face in confusion.

"You and Morgan. Are going to the policeman's ball with us?"

What? He was supposed to be taking Morgan to this formal event? "I had no idea it was coming up." Greg shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I wasn't planning on going. In my very long career here, I've managed to avoid going to every one of them. Sitting around in a tuxedo, playing office politics, that's not for me." He felt uncomfortable that Hodges automatically thought he was going with Morgan. Was Hodges noticing a little too much?

"Conrad got us all tickets at his table." Hodges said, as if sitting at the Sheriff of Las Vegas' table at the biggest, most political fundraiser of the year was no big deal.

"He what?" Said Greg, astonished. "Why me?" Was he being punished for something?

Morgan jumped in, feeling guilty. "When I came to see my dad before shift tonight, he gave me two tickets to the Ball and suggested I bring you. He thought that it may help your career if you became a little more visible throughout the police department." She shrugged, looking down at her salad.

But I don't want to be more visible. Thought Greg. But he did want to move up, and he was planning on applying for the next Assistant Shift Supervisor when a position opened. And frankly, he'd go anywhere Morgan asked him to.

"So, if you would like to go, I've got a ticket for you." Said Morgan, looking up at Greg.

"Well, if Ecklie told you to bring me. It's more of an order than an invite. But I'll be happy to go with you." Shrugged Greg, smiling.

"Thanks, Greg. I'll make sure you have a great time with me." Morgan raised her eyebrows at Greg and gave him a flirty smile.

"Save the sap for the Ball." David Hodges rolled his eyes as he popped the last of his sandwich in his mouth. He got out of his chair and headed back to his lab, leaving Greg and Morgan alone in the break room.

Over the next two weeks Morgan's excitement at going to the ball was actually making Greg a little excited to go with her. Greg realized that he was really looking forward to showing off Morgan Brody as his date. Even though it wasn't a real date, since it was basically socializing at work. He always had to be professional at work. But at the Ball, he could get a lot closer to her both romantically and physically and it wouldn't seem odd. It was just too bad he'd be sitting with one of the most intimidating men in Las Vegas law enforcement, who also happened to be his date's father. He also couldn't forget that Hodges would be there, watching with his suspicious eyes.

The night of the ball, found Greg at Morgan's house dressed in his Tuxedo. He accented the tuxedo with a red and black patterned bow tie, a fedora perched on his head giving him a little bit of his own flair to standard black formal wear. Morgan greeted him in her own halter style cherry red dress, form fitting bodice leading to a long gathered skirt. Morgan looked him up and down, clearly impressed with his look. Greg was similarly impressed with Morgan and told her as soon as he could find the right words.

Greg stepped inside the Morgan's doorway as she reached for her purse and a sweater. As soon as she turned back to him, he made a quick grab for her waist. He pulled her close, dropping his lips to her ear.

"Are you sure you don't just want to stay here tonight?" He whispered in her ear, before leaning forward and planting soft kisses down her neck.

Morgan turned to Greg and wrapped her arms around his neck, enjoying the sensation of his lips on her. "God, Greg, that feels so good." She whispered back. "But we have to go. Stop kissing me! What are we going to tell my dad if we show up late and my makeup and hair are a mess?' She pulled away from him and gave him a sad smile. Moving her hands to reach under his jacket, Morgan slowly ran her fingers up and down his chest. "After the Ball we can come back here." She leaned in closer and whispered, "Tonight's the night."

"I've waited four long months for this night. " Complained Greg with a smile. "We took it way too slow in the beginning."

"We didn't want to do something stupid and rush into anything." Morgan admonished him. "I didn't realize we'd get caught up in some high profile cases, work crazy overtime and then I got called to go to court for a few days. "

"Wow, you really know how to set a mood." Replied Greg.

"Alright, Casanova, lets go." She grabbed her keys and shooed Greg out the door before following him.

They stepped out into the night, Greg escorting Morgan over to his new prized possession. His apple red Audi sports car. He'd purchased it just before he'd started dating Morgan. He had been tired of coasting through life lately, not really enjoying himself, just working. On a rare day off, Greg had decided he needed to start living a life outside of work. That same day, he put his plan into action. The first thing he did was purchase an insanely expensive sports car that he always wanted but never had the courage to actually purchase. The second thing he did was invite Morgan to come for a ride in it. The third thing he did was ask Morgan out on a date, while she was riding in his new car. He had no idea what gave him the sudden confidence that day, but while they were on a straight stretch of highway, Greg blurted out, "Do you want to go out for dinner with me sometime?" She looked over at him and said yes immediately. Greg smiled at the memory of her eyes widening and her big smile when she said yes. Thank God she had said yes, because it would have made for an awkward ride back home.

Greg put his arm around his girlfriend as they walked down the driveway to his car.

"Can I drive?" Asked Morgan as Greg went to open the passenger side car door.

"Never." Was Greg's quick reply.

Upon entering the banquet hall, Morgan looped her hand through Greg's elbow. Greg took a deep breath, preparing himself to sit with Conrad Ecklie. Before tonight, he had made a mental note not to flirt with Morgan at all. However, a new problem had surfaced. He was having a hard time keeping his eyes off of Morgan, and that included the little bit of exposed cleavage showing in the front of her red dress. Overall, it was not a very revealing dress, but the low halter style neckline and fitted top half gave Greg a view of Morgan that he really enjoyed. From the waist down, the dress gathered in a long full skirt, hiding her legs right down to the ankles. But it was the top half that dress that was going to cause problems.

"Sanders!" Called out a voice, nearby. Turning, Greg noticed Officer Briggs and Officer Tucker walking over, beers already in hand.

Morgan and Greg greeted the two men and exchanged pleasantries. Then Morgan whispered an excuse ad walked away to talk to someone else. The three men watched Morgan walk away. As soon as she was out of earshot, the two men turned back to face Greg "Hey Man, are you dating Brody?" were the first words out of Briggs mouth.

Greg shook his head. "No." He lied, "I'm just escorting her here on her Dad's behalf."

"Ah." Nodded Tucker. "She told me she didn't date cops. I was wondering how you, of all people changed her mind."

Officer Briggs laughed loudly and gave Officer Tucker a slap on the back. "You're just touchy because you asked her out as soon as you had the chance. She turned you down flat."

Just then Morgan came back and Greg quickly ended the conversation as the two made their way to their table.

"So, I heard officer Tucker asked you out a few years ago." He said, interested to see what her reaction was.

"Yeah, persistent guy, too. I had to tell him I don't date people I work with to get him off of my back." Morgan rolled her eyes, as they found their table. Stiffly, Greg held out the chair for Morgan as he felt the eyes of Ecklie on him. He took his seat beside Morgan, purposefully looking away and greeting Catherine Willows, Hodges and finally thanked Ecklie for the tickets.

"I'm glad you could come." The Sheriff replied with a smile.

Greg was startled. He didn't know the Ecklie even knew how to smile, unless he was delivering bad news.

"So I see you have finished examining the evidence on the gang shootout in Summerlin?" Inquired Conrad.

Greg nodded. "It took two weeks just to process all of the evidence, but the reports have been finished and handed in to Catherine. I guess it's up to the D.A. now."

Morgan chimed in, "I don't think I have ever processed as much ballistics evidence as I did at that scene. We had to find every spent cartridge, document it and determine which gun it was fired from. Then we had to plot each cartridge and bullet found on a map of the area. Xiomara and I spent a week together, twelve hour shifts. It was brutal. But on the plus side, I got to know Xiomara a lot better."

"I remember a similar case where I was the lucky one to look for ballistics evidence." Greg spoke up, recalling a memory from his early days in the field. "It was a moving vehicle shootout with the police. My only job was to walk up the roadway, literally miles and find every piece of ballistics evidence. For this scene, you're lucky you had me with you." Greg grinned, giving her a nudge, before remembering Morgan's father was watching the interaction closely. "But I've been working on another case this past week. It had much less evidence to process." Greg concluded quickly, hoping to get the attention off of him.

"I would have rather been there than staying awake all day for court. Court is brutal. Waiting for the call is the worst part." Morgan shook her head. The others all agreed with her statement. Catherine piped up to recount a courtroom story and the conversation started to flow.

As everyone at the table enjoyed a drink with their first course, the uneasiness around the table started to fade as the six enjoyed their dinner. Catherine was telling a story about her dancer days when her eyes drifted to something in the distance. The others turned to see what had caught her attention. Catherine was watching two day shift lab workers as they walked towards the bar. The lab workers had clearly had a few more drinks than the CSI's seated at the table. The two had their arms around each other. The man pulled the woman in for a hug and slowly ran his fingers up and down her arm. Greg, Morgan, Catherine and Hodges eyes followed the two as the brazenly flaunted their attraction to each other. The man leaned down and kissed the top of his partner's head as they walked up to the bar.

"I'd heard a rumor that there were a couple of lab techs on day shift dating." Whispered Hodges loudly across the table. "I think it's a safe bet to say that it's Louis and Amy."

"No kidding." Replied Catherine, wide eyed. "And walking right beside the Sheriff's table, that was quite brazen."

All of the CSI's looked at Ecklie to gauge his reaction, fully expecting to see an angry man. Instead, they were greeted with a blank face.

"What? There is no rule forbidding dating within the department." He said, picking up his wine glass and taking a sip.

"There certainly is!" Exclaimed Hodges, outraged. "Remember Sara and Grissom?"

Ecklie shook his head. "That was ages ago. Do you guys not read your departmental emails? The rule was changed about two months ago. I had HR send out a memo."

The four members of LVPD looked at each other blankly. Olivia Hodges smiled knowingly.

"Well I do remember getting one that said there were some slight changes to some HR policies, but I haven't had a chance to read it yet. I have it flagged in my email." Bluffed Hodges.

Ecklie shook his head. "Well, There have been some issues in other law enforcement agencies with agents dating in secret. If they work together, collect and process evidence together, it can be an problem in the event they are required to testify in court. If the defense pokes into the agent's background and finds out that the person has been directly violating Agency rules, it can shred the credibility of the law enforcement agents. All a defense attorney has to do is bring up the fact that the two are dating in direct violation of their Agency rules. All credibility that the agent once had is gone. It's the old defense tactic of,' If they are lying about one thing, what else are they lying about?'" Ecklie paused for dramatic effect. "Poof, there goes the case " Ecklie made an exploding motion with his hands, emphasizing his words.

Hodges and Catherine both looked at Greg and Morgan to gauge their reactions. It was obvious the two had a mutual attraction. Both Greg and Morgan had their eyebrows raised in surprise, but were very careful not to look at each other.

Ecklie's statement had been quite unexpected. Even now, as he'd seemed to mellow a bit in his later years, Ecklie was not really a man to make things easier for other people. He enjoyed rigidity, rules and order. Greg's second thought was of Morgan. She would now be able to tell her father she was dating Greg. But would she want to? Maybe Conrad knew, which is why he invited Greg. Greg started to sweat and reached for his wine to distract himself.

During the main course, Greg tried to forget about Conrad's surprise pronouncement and tried to enjoy his steak. Greg listened to the conversation around the table. The conversation floated between work and personal life between the six at the table.

At one point Conrad got up to get another drink at the bar, and Catherine joined him.

"So, Conrad, that new dating policy is interesting. What really made you change it?" Asked Catherine as she joined him at the bar.

Ecklie sighed, "I don't like the idea, but it made sense." Was all he said.

"So basically you wanted to do something nice for your daughter." Catherine wasn't willing to let Ecklie off easy.

"That had nothing to do with it." He shook his head as he looked back in his daughter's direction. He watched her laugh at something Greg said, placing her hand briefly on his arm. Greg gave her a warm smile in return. All Ecklie wanted was for Morgan to be happy and have a well rounded life. He didn't want her to be a workaholic and end up alone, or worse, married to her job.

Catherine smiled. "Well you did a good thing. Besides Greg is a great guy and he'll treat her well."

Ecklie rolled his eyes. "I'd rather not think about that." He grabbed two drinks from the bartender and turned to go back to the table. He paused and added. "But if our lab ends up being a real life Melrose place, I'm putting the old policy back in place. No hesitation."

Catherine laughed at the outdated reference. "So you're going to leave the policy in place just long enough for your daughter to find someone she loves and then grandfather her situation in after changing the policy back?"

Conrad just stared at Catherine completely amazed that she had seen through his charade so easily. Catherine winked, grabbed her drink and headed back to the table. Conrad followed her, a little put out. He had to stop underestimating Catherine Willows.

Back at the table, Greg and Morgan were no longer making awkward conversation, the wine having done its job at loosening them up. They were currently involved in a lively debate over an old case, retelling the story for the others at the table.

"You were totally infatuated with that model." Greg said, teasingly. "I remember standing right beside you, watching you drool over that model with chocolate dripping down his body."

"It was the chocolate I was interested in, not the model." Denied Morgan, smiling.

Conrad watched the two debate the point for a couple of minutes, laughing at the absurdity of the case with the others. They were interrupted by a waiter bringing dessert.

"I love cheesecake." Remarked Morgan happily as the cheesecake was placed in front of her. It was topped with a fancy swirl of whipped cream and a cherry placed right in the center of the whipped cream. When Greg's was placed in front of him, he immediately pushed his towards Morgan. She reached over, grabbed the cherry off of the whipped cream and thanked him with a smile.

Greg smiled back, until his gaze shifted and caught Ecklie watching the two of them. Suddenly uncomfortable, Greg moved his cheesecake back, grabbed a fork and dug in with a little more enthusiasm than normal.

After dinner, the music got louder, people found the dance floor and the real party began. Morgan leaned closer to Greg, putting her arm on the back of Greg's chair. "Hey, do you want to get another drink?" she asked.

Greg turned to smile back at her, "Sure." The two of them got up and Greg followed Morgan to the bar. He was having trouble keeping his thoughts businesslike as his eyes roamed up and down, admiring Morgan from the top of her neck, down to the graceful way she swayed as she walked.

"Do you want a beer?" She asked turning to face him as they arrived at the bar.

"I'm good for now. I'm driving." He replied with a smile.

"Oh, right. I'm sure you don't want to leave your precious baby here overnight." She teased him.

"No, we've got to get you back home to your place." He replied, looking her in the eye as he raised his eyebrows.

The way he looked at her when he said that, sent a shiver up the back of Morgan's spine. His eyes had an intensity she hadn't seen before. She held her gaze for just a beat longer than normal before reluctantly turning back to the bartender.

After the bartender had given Morgan her drink, they turned to make the walk back to their table.

"So, did you just come to the bar with me for the fun of it?" She said.

"No, but I did enjoy getting away from the Sheriff of Las Vegas for a few minutes." He replied with a teasing grin.

"My dad won't hurt you." She laughed, giving Greg a light nudge with her shoulder. "He thinks you are good at what you do. He wouldn't have invited you to come and mingle with higher ups in the Police department if he didn't think you were capable of holding a higher position."

It's not professionally that I'm scared of him, its the fact that I'm dating his daughter without his knowledge that's the problem. Thought Greg. The two approached the table, finding the other four just getting up out of their chairs.

"Come on everyone, we are hitting the dance floor." Announced Catherine as she stood up, waving the two over. The Isley Brothers song, Shout was playing. Morgan put her beer on her table and grabbed Greg's arm. "Are you coming?" She asked, gazing up at him, a challenging smile on her face.

"You're lucky I was a bit of a rave goer in my past. I can dance to anything." He smiled back at her, boldly reaching out his hand.

Morgan was surprised, but gladly took Greg's hand and he led her onto the dance floor where Catherine and Olivia were enjoying the song tremendously, dancing to the energetic beat. Hodges and Ecklie were a little less enthusiastic. Morgan, however, instantly matched Catherine and Olivia's enthusiasm and started dancing and singing right away. Greg could hear Morgan's clear voice matching the Isley Brothers as she danced. He smiled down at her, watching the happiness on her face as she enjoyed herself. He tried not to stare, but was having difficulty keeping his eyes off of her.

Pretty soon a new song replaced Shout. The familiar sounds of the Chicken Dance started to play. The ladies enthusiasm was contagious and the men found themselves flapping their arms and doing the dance with the ladies. When the time came for them to split into partners, Morgan linked her arm with Greg and spun him around in a circle.

"Are you having fun dancing?" She asked, not slowing down at all.

Greg leaned down closer to her. "I cannot believe I'm on a dance floor with the Sheriff of Las Vegas doing the Chicken Dance. But yeah I'm having fun." He shrugged his shoulders and started dancing again. Morgan laughed, flapping her arms up and down.

The chicken dance ended and a slower song started playing. Morgan looked over at Greg, and found him looking back. She gave him a smile, "Would you like to dance with me?"

He closed the gap between them as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Absolutely."

She smiled and moved her hands over his shoulders and clasped them at the base of his neck.

Greg could feel her breath at the base of his neck. He felt her warmth as she pressed her body against his. He was as close as he had ever been to Morgan. Sure, they'd had some time alone and enjoyed each other's company, but there was still one thing they hadn't done. The strain of being so close to Morgan, in a romantic setting had made Greg a little uneasy. He really wanted to take her in his arms and start something that he was going to finish. From the way she had wrapped her arms around him and pressed herself close, he had a feeling that Morgan was feeling the same way. However, being in a public place, was helping him fight the urge.

Morgan leaned her head on Greg's shoulder as Greg closed his eyes, enjoying every second of the dance. He could feel the electricity between the two of them. All too soon the song ended and Morgan slowly pulled herself away from Greg, keeping her arms around his neck.

Greg found himself looking deep into her beautiful blue eyes, the desire behind them unmistakable. His eyes drifted down to her lips, slightly open and so close. He just had to lean down slightly to press his lips against hers. However, reality set in and Greg pulled back. Morgan reluctantly removed her arms from his neck and the two of them started to make their way back to their table, walking side by side, Greg's hand on her lower back, as she led them through the crowded dance floor back to the table.

"I haven't danced like that in ages!" Exclaimed Morgan as they sat down at their table. She immediately reached for a pitcher of water and poured herself and Greg a drink. She handed him a glass, smiling as their fingers briefly touched. They were alone at the table, the others off mingling. Morgan scooted her chair closer to Greg's. She leaned forward and put her hands on Greg's knee. When she leaned forward, Greg got a glimpse of Morgan's cleavage before he raised his eyes to meet hers.

"I'm a little hot from all of that dancing, do you want to get some fresh air outside?" She asked, seductively.

"Absolutely." Came his quick reply.

Once outside, they walked around the small garden area, occasionally stopping to say a quick greeting to fellow police and law enforcement officers. Greg was still trying to keep a respectable distance between himself and Morgan.

"People are going to find out soon enough, Greg." Morgan said. She nodded her head as she saw Catherine Willows walk up to the two of them, another drink in hand.

"So, how long have you two been dating?" She asked, coming to a stop in front of them. Both Greg and Morgan tried to look innocent.

Catherine laughed. "Your secret is safe with me. I just noticed how comfortable you two were dancing. There was no awkwardness, no weirdness. It was a dead giveaway."

Once again Morgan and Greg looked at each other, both still thinking of a way to deny it. When it became clear Catherine wasn't about to drop it, Greg shrugged.

"It's been a few months."

Catherine smiled and put her arm around Greg's shoulder. "I've known you from over fifteen years. Starting with the funky haired Lab rat and growing into the man you are today. You're like a son to me. I'm just glad you are happy. I've always told you that I should check out your girlfriends because I can smell a rotten one. Morgan's not a rotten one, Greg. Hold on to her." She reached over and grabbed Greg tightly, pulling him into a bear hug.

"Thanks, Catherine."

Catherine pulled back with a sappy smile on her face and disappeared into the night, swaying ever so slightly in her heels.

"Who knew Catherine would be a sappy drunk?" Mused Morgan. "I figured she'd be a crier."

Laughing, Greg put his arm around her shoulder. "Well at least we don't have to worry about telling her we're dating. Come on, let's get back inside, the night's almost over."

Morgan leaned into Greg, giving him a side hug. "You really want go home, don't you."

He looked down at her, a grin forming at the side of his mouth. "Morgan, I've waited a very long time for this. It's like giving someone a Christmas present on Christmas morning, but telling them they have to wait until Christmas night to open it."

The next morning, Morgan woke up to soft snoring beside her. Turning around she smiled at the still sleeping Greg beside her. While the policeman's Ball had been an enjoyable time, the real fun came afterwards. She let her mind drift back to their amorous activities. It had been everything she had thought it would be. Greg had shared the same sentiment last night.

As she moved closer to cuddle him, Greg woke up and turned on his back. She snuggled on his chest as he put his arm around her.

"Did you have a good time last night?" She asked softly.

"Absolutely." He replied. Morgan could hear the smile in his voice.

"I meant at the Ball."

"Oh, yeah. That was fun too."

"My Dad wasn't too intimidating?" She laced her fingers through Greg's free hand.

"He was fine. I survived."

"Good, because we're having dinner with him on Friday."

Greg scrambled to sit upright in Morgan's bed. She looked up at him, and shook her head, laughing. She sat up and joined him, back resting on the headboard.

"Relax Greg. It was right before we left. You'd gone to the bathroom and it was just Dad and me sitting at the table. We talked for a bit and he said that if we wanted to date, it was fine with him. He actually said some pretty nice things about you."

She paused and looked up at Greg. He just shrugged.

"Well, we had to tell him sooner or later. Besides If I could survive sitting at the same table as him last last night, dinner will be fine."