I'd gotten there much earlier than we'd planned, I'm anxious like that. I fidgeted in my seat for what seemed an inordinate number of minutes and wondered if I'd been stood up before ordering my second Old Fashioned when Erica walked in with Dean, and boy was I smitten. Like jaw-hit-the-table and tongue-went-lolling-about smitten. She was forever trying to hook me up whenever we weren't together, which was on, off and some other times in-between as well. We indulged each other's fantasies while at the same time managing to not fall in love with each other. If there was ever...