Hey guys! Sorry it took so long-there were some issues with very busy and scatter-brained leasing agents misplacing some important documents that needed my attention. But all is well and I have officially secured and apartment; I just need to sign the lease, set up the electricity, and get internet squared away.

Anyway, here is the new chapter. I'm not sure if I like this chapter or not, but I have introduced a new character and I rather like him so . . . enjoy :)

Disclaimer: Not mine.

~~~DINNER ESCAPADES~~~

Annie was on her third drink of the evening and feeling comfortably buzzed. Every so often Eyal would shoot her a concerned look—meds and alcohol were a bad mix on a normal day, let alone during an op—but had yet to intervene; besides, wasn't getting tipsy a normal newly wed habit?

Alcohol aside, the pair had learned some interesting tidbits about their mark. He had a secret love for fruity cocktails, not very manly but something he could pull off this far away from a major city. When he wasn't partaking in something with an umbrella he drank rum. Annie had made a comment concerning his rather stereotypical taste in hard liquor, only causing Eyal to laugh. Thinking back, every single "fruity" drink Shafir had ordered contained rum.

Not only did Even Shafir have a penchant for rum, but he enjoyed the more romantic side of life. Thus why Annie and Eyal were posed as a newly-wed couple caught up in a whirlwind romance—it would hopefully have him eating out of their hands in no time.

Eyal had to admit to himself that the food and drink were exquisite, playing into the intimate atmosphere his Neshama looked especially radiant that evening—the tropical sun having illuminated her skin in a way the Mediterranean could not quite achieve.

He wanted to kiss her. And not as part of their cover. His legend included Annie as his new wife, but he desired her regardless. She was a tiger: wild and untamable, fighting to the very end. Her spirit had been crushed, trampled, and shattered to bits, but she was slowly gluing herself back together.

They had truthfully gleaned all they could from this particular excursion and could excuse themselves for the night. Shafir had introduced himself and upon hearing only that they were newly weds offered to foot the bill for the evening if they would join him—it had been simple as that and they were in. One foot in the door, calling it a night would not impede their work; rather, it may actually increase their chemistry and cover.

"When the opportune moment arises, I want you to create an excuse for us to say our goodbyes," whispered Eyal to Annie who ever so slightly nodded her head as she laughed at some story of Shafir's.

By the fourth glass of wine, Annie made her move, laughing and spilling her wine down herself.

"Whoops!" she exclaimed, giggling as she made an attempt to mop up her dress.

"I'm sorry, but it looks like lovely wife has had one too many," excused Eyal, standing from the table and helping Annie to her feet, "I think we are going to call it a night."

"It was a pleasure to meet you Ari, Lisa," said Even Shafir, rising to his feet to shake Eyal's hand and kiss Annie's. "I do hope that I shall have the pleasure of your company again?"

"You can count on it," replied Eyal before taking his and Annie's leave.

Once they had gotten sufficiently far enough away Annie ceased her babbling. "It looks like we're in."

"You did an excellent job, Neshama. Now we just need to get you out of those wet clothes and into a shower.

"WIll you be joining me?"

"Of course."

That's it for now! Thanks for sticking with me :)