Grinning over at Michelle, he pressed a kiss to her cheek. "And I can't wait to see what you got me either," he assured her.

"And we're just co-workers. Or, well, we made a deal to be friends, but I'm not sure how legally binding that is."

"Just friends?" he asked, looking at her almost as if she were nuts. "Looks to me like he might be interested in more than that," he commented as they walked into the far too heavily perfumed Puddifoot's.

A few moments later and they were seated at a small table near the window, menus popping up. "So, ladies, it's all on me today," he said, putting up his hand before either could argue the point. "I'm the gentleman and I'm paying for our meal. I don't care if it's my birthday, too. It's your birthday, first, Plum, and what sort of man would I be if I didn't spoil my two favorite girls, huh?"