I watched Kent briefly as he stood up from the table before turning my attention back to Jen.

"What are you and Kent doing this weekend?”

"Well, he has his third shop opening next Saturday so he'll probably be there all weekend to get things set and do the training. So I guess that means I'm free!" She grinned at both of us, looking expectantly.

I looked between Jen and Dave and put my hand on Dave's knee and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I'm busy Saturday too. Booked for two weddings."

Dave sighed, "Right, I forgot. I'll miss you." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my cheek.

I felt my cheeks color and smiled at Jen. "You're not going to the store opening?"

She shook her head. "What's there for me? Computer nerds ogling my goods and women hitting on Ken who don't deserve his attention? No, I'll keep my jealousy to myself, thanks." Jen laughed softly as my fists clenched together tightly under the table as she left the ‘T’ off his name.

Kent returned to the table and took his seat once again. "Sorry. What did I miss?" He asked as Jen turned her face to look at him.

"Oh, I told them your new shop was opening. Said you'd be busy."

I noticed Kent's ears were turning a little red and shifted in my seat. His ears only did that when it was cold out or when he was getting angry. It wasn’t very cold in the restaurant.

“I see. So not much of anything, then,” Kent said.

I glanced at Dave who was looking just as uncomfortable as I was with the marital tension on the opposite side of the table.

I cleared my throat and pointed to the speakers overhead, "Oh, I love this song. I wish I spoke Italian. You speak some, don't you, Dave?"

Dave received my signal loud and clear and nodded, "A little. Jen, Kent, do you speak any languages?"

The married couple glared at each other for a moment but then Dave’s question sunk in and the tension was gone. Jen was the first to answer, she kept her gaze pointed at Dave. "No, I don't speak anything other than English, and I'm bad at that most days. Kent speaks a few, but I don’t hear him speaking them much around the house anymore.”

Kent cleared his throat as the coloring in his ears was starting to fade. "I speak C ++ and Basic.” He didn’t wait for the pause to his computer nerd joke, “I also speak French and a bit of Latin." Kent shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, as if he weren’t as amazing as I still knew him to be. As a person, not a man.

"Kent is too smart for his britches, always has been." I grinned, trying to lighten the mood.

Dave laughed. "Yeah? I went into business because that computer stuff was too daunting."