“I am too,” he agreed with a grin. “I followed her to the restroom and spilled my drink on her when she came out.”
“I was furious. I went back to the bathroom to dry off, but it was just club soda, so I calmed down quickly. When I came out, he asked me to dance. I got so lucky that night.”
“So did I.” Her father chuckled, raising his eyebrows like Groucho Marx.
“Oh, you did not!” Grace laughed, slapping Costa’s arm. “He likes to tease about that, but it took him weeks to get that far.”
“A week,” her father grinned behind his coffee cup.
“You wish! All right, ten days, because you were so hot and sexy.”
“Stop! Enough! I’m not comfortable with this conversation anymore!” Zenobia covered her ears.
“See, honey? We can still traumatize her even at this age,” her father quipped.
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