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As the bartender called last call, provoking a collective groan from the patrons avoiding the equally depressing call of a cold, empty bed at home, two people decided that the night wasn’t over yet.

“Let’s go back to my place and grab a night cap,” he suggested.

She readily agreed. They had been friends for awhile, and she had met both his wife and daughter, so she had no reservations that this would be anything more than a friendly chat.

This lasted only until they got to the house. The winter storm had knocked the power out, and both wife and daughter were conveniently staying with a relative. But, she was just sitting in the kitchen drinking a beer. Where was the harm in that?

“Let’s head into the living room,” he suggested. “There’s a gorgeous view.”

So, they found themselves sitting side by side in candlelight, staring at the moon. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, she started to ramble, “Isn’t it a beautiful night? I’ve always loved seeing the ocean. This really is a great view,” although she was becoming increasingly aware that his eyes were on her.

As he leaned in to kiss her, she pulled away. “I’m sorry, I can’t. You’re married.”

“Don’t worry, I thought you knew. My wife and I have kind of an understanding. Of course, I love her, but I’m not sure either one of us believes that people are supposed to be exclusive. Besides, I’ve always had a crush on you,” he said as he leaned in again.

She turned away. “This just doesn’t feel right. She’s not here.”

“Would it be better if she were,” he asked, grinning and reaching for the phone.

“No,” she said smiling, and glad to have broken the tension. “That may work for the two of you, but it doesn’t work for me. I have to go home.”

As she left, she glanced up at the moon, the silent chaperone of so many romantic nights, and wondered if anyone ever ends up completely satisfied.

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