Emma just laughed, and let the bartender top off her drink as she glanced over to the dancer Jack had indicated. "Well," she said, "Let's go pick one of the little tables for two, where we can enjoy the show."

And eventually he might tell her why he needed the distraction, or he might not. Emma was fine with either.

Then the dancer did a back-bend, and Emma fanned herself. "Wow. Those are some nice goods in his sample bin."