It was my birthday, so around 3 p.m., I met my husband for a drink.

We were having a nice time when his cell phone rang. He smiled and told the caller he would be there shortly. When I raised an eyebrow, he just smiled again and said something about arranging my birthday present. He told me he’d meet me at home, insisting I stay for another drink.

I felt, more than saw, someone slip onto the stool next to me. When the bartender placed another drink in front of me, I started to protest, but he nodded at the newcomer. I was in too good a mood to turn down the drink, so I turned and thanked my new friend. “Hi, I’m Claire,” the gorgeous woman said with a warm smile. “It looks like you’re celebrating something. Hope you don’t mind me buying you a drink.”

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