Quincy's Restaurant was a fine eating establishment that had been in business since 1895. Instead of dying like many thought it would, it changed with the times and often took months to get a reservation. For Peter Gunn it had taken exactly 20 minutes.

The Maitre D' took them to their table, a nice setting by the fireplace and a waiter brought the wine list. Pete handed it to his wife giving the young man a smile. "She's much better at that sort of thing than I am."

They shared a starter of scallops wrapped in bacon with a nice Chardonnay, talking quietly over their day and telling stories of humorous things that had happened. They sat on the same side of the table chairs pushed close together, knees touching.

Pete ordered the pork chops with herb-buttered noodles and Edie decided on the salmon with the almond rice. They ate in companionable silence, the world fading around them. The orchestra played in the background, both of them smiling when they broke into the song Dreamsville.

"Would you care to dance?" Pete whispered in his wife's ear." He took her hand and they headed for the floor. It was the first song that Pete had ever heard her sing and they had claimed it as theirs. They held each other swaying to the music and she sang the words low in his ear.

I'm in Dreamsville, holding you
A dreamy view, just we two alone
If love in Dreamsville, time is new
We can see the rest of the world
Below us from our pink cloud There's no boundary to this magic land
As we go exploring hand in hand
In dreamy Dreamsville
Far away and here we love
Here we stay

They stayed out for two more dances, and then returned to their table, sharing a dessert of angel food cake with strawberries and kiwis topped with whipped crème along with a nice wine that complimented the fruit. "You know Mr. Gunn she licked a bit of the crème of her lips. "If you plan to do this every anniversary not only will I get spoiled but I'll also get fat."

"No, you won't." he placed a kiss on the side of her neck and she shivered.

"I won't?" she found her best smile. "Crazy."

"Hmm." He murmured, running his finger down her jaw line. "Happy Anniversary Mrs. Gunn" and he pulled a box out of his suit pocket.

"Mayfield Jewelers, very nice." she praised, running her fingers along the embossed name on the top of the box. With slightly shaking hands she opened the box pulling out a double weave silver chain that held a large pearl pendant. The pearl was creamy white with a pink glow and for once she was speechless. When she found her voice she managed a wavery "Oh Pete."

"Do you like it?" his question was eager like a little boy.

"I love it."

"Here let me help you with this." He took the chain from her, placing it around her neck, admiring the way the pearl stopped in the hollow in of her throat. "Come on." He held out his hand, let's get out of here."

Once home they hurriedly locked up for the night then retreated straight to the bedroom making sure that door was shut firmly behind them. Edie took great delight in undressing slowly for her husband—he laid on the bed and watched as first her dress fell to the floor, followed by her slip, and then her shoes, sighing when her breasts tumbled from the discarded bra.

But when she bent to remove her stockings he sat up and patted the bed next to him. "That's my job Mrs. Gunn." Slowly he took off each one, stopping every inch to kiss the skin beneath, watching as she sucked in her lower lip at the feel of his tongue and hot breath against her ankles. By the time he was done with his task, they could barely undress him fast enough.

Grasping hands, their bodies rising to meet one another's, the intensity sweet as they moved as one. The long awaited climax; indescribable.

Later that night, they made love again, slowly this time teasing with soft touches and caresses, enjoying the spots they knew well and learning new ones after almost four years together. When they woke up around 8:00 the next morning the sun was coming in the window and the bedroom door was open, both Jac and Sherlock sleeping between them. Pete kissed her soundly and they both laughed. 'Well looks like the kids couldn't stay away."

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They discussed Miranda over lunch, Pete trying to explain his former girlfriend. "I feel like I should apologize for last night." He told his wife.

There's no need for that." Edie assured him. She only wants you because she can't have you." she sipped her coffee. "It's that simple."

"That certainly does sound simple enough." He nodded. The last time he had seen Miranda had been inside a jewelry store two years ago where he was picking up his watch. She had caught him looking at engagement rings. He still remembered the exchange.

"You never change." She shook her head but a faint smile was on her lips. Her hands clutched her purse a little tighter. "Are you still seeing THAT singer? Is it getting serious? She nodded towards the display."

"Yes, were still together." He assured her. It irked him more than he could say when Miranda referred to Edie like that but of course that's why she did it. "Almost two years now."

About a year and half before that she had tracked him down and reminded him they had a standing date to attend the Professionals for Hope dinner and what time would he pick her up. He had wanted to laugh but had kept his face calm and removed her hand from his suit pocket. "Miranda, first of all we aren't together anymore incase you've forgotten. And we haven't been for over a year. Secondly, you never donate anything so I don't see why you even want to go and most importantly I'm seeing someone."

"Like that matters." She wrinkled her nose. "Who is it and how long have you been with her?"

"Not that's it any of your business but her name is Edie Hart and we've been seeing each other seriously for six months. "

"Six months means nothing. I'll be ready at seven."

"No," he shook his head. "We are over. I'm with Edie now."

"I've never heard of her. Where did you meet her?"

"She works at Mother's, she's the vocalist there."

Miranda had started to laugh,' a two-bit singer at that bar you love so much. Leave it to you Peter Gunn. I'll be ready at seven"

Well Edie's feathers weren't ruffled which was good for the most jealous woman in the world. He was sure it had been a good thing telling her about Miranda from the beginning. So he wasn't going to worry abut it. He was going to enjoy having another day off before life tried to take over again.

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Miranda sat on the plush couch in her apartment with her eyes closed and hands together thinking hard. There just had to be a way to do this but it had to be subtle and well meaning. Pete had no idea what he had gotten himself into. And she was going to get him out of it.

Exactly what kind of woman was this Edie Hart? She had tried before to get information from her co-workers at Mother's but hadn't gotten much for her trouble. Although that Emmett guy had been kind of good looking. But now the bar was closed and her contact told her that the old lady had moved to Florida. She shivered when she thought of her. Miranda hated her with every fiber of her being and she knew the witch hated her too. Besides she should be dead by now, she would think.

The same contact had told her that the bar tender Barney had moved on to another small bar on the same street and that Emmett still played with the band, which now worked at Edie's. But they hadn't been very helpful the first time so why would they be now?

She picked up the phone and called the detective she used when she wanted fast answers. Rick Collins was the picture you saw in your head when you heard the words 'private detective' and as far away from Peter Gunn as you could get. "Find out everything you can about Edie Hart. Yes, she's the owner of that new restaurant down on Emerson. She recently married Peter Gunn. I want to know her habits, where she gets her hair done, where she gets her clothes, everything like that, how she pays for things. No, I don't care about family or that kind of background I just want what I told you. And I want it as soon as possible. "

She called her assistant in to bring her dinner and she reached for her sketch book and drawing pencils. The one thing she knew it must be PURPLE.