"Right my girl let's get you some clothes" Michael claps his hand as he heads towards the bedroom to retrieve his shoes, then he gets his jacket and helps Jessica into hers then passes her satchel.
"Now what exactly are we supposed to be doing at this party?" Jessica asks as he locks the door and they head to the elevator.
"Oh nothing really just discus the kidnapping, make sure everything's in place, and of course to introduce my beautiful wife." Michael said as he offered her his arm and Jessica happily accepted it, as the elevator doors opened and they headed out.
"Oh..how lovely, well I suppose a party isn't a party without those discussions." Jessica smiles earning a chuckle from Michael.
"Ah Jess , its good to be with you again " his free hand takes hold of her hand that hooked around his arm.
"You know what would be nice Michael " Jessica leans her head on his shoulder as they walk through the streets of Athens.
"What my girl "
" If we could go away, just the two of us. No book writing no undercover work and no murder or anything like that. Just a nice peaceful holiday"
"Aye. That would be nice love " he smiles as the mental image of Jessica relaxing on the beach in a bathing suit entered his mind.
"Anyway what are we doing first? " Jessica smiles, looking up slightly at him.
"Ahh that my dear Jessica is up to you "
"In that case I could do with a nice cup of tea"
"You're gonna have to have something much stronger than that Jess "
"Oh no thank you Michael, I'm sure you'll have me drinking something stronger at the party and frankly I'd like to remain sober."
"We'll see about that" Michael's cheeky grin appeared on his face as they continued to walk until they came to a nice little restaurant.
"Well Jess, this place has the nicest pasta with meatballs I have ever tried"
"Mmm I can smell it " Jessica smiles as the lovely fragrance of the food filled her nostrils.
"Well what are we waiting for my girl, let's go in." Michael held the door open as a young waiter came over to them.

"Ah Mr Reardon how nice to see you again" he smiles then his attention shifted to Jessica.
"Ahh so this must be the lovely Mrs Reardon you have been telling me about " he smiles as he kisses her hand.
"You weren't kidding when you said she was ehh how'd you say it, bloody gorgeous." His eye shift from Jessica to Michael then back to the woman.
"And you described her eyes beautifully. All your descriptions are right about her" the young man smiled. Jessica looks to Michael, brow arched.
"Yes well ah, of course they are." Michael clears his throat and smiles as the man takes them to a table in the corner.

"So I'm not just your rich wife, I'm your Gorgeous rich wife?" Jessica arches her brow, playful smirk tugging at her lips.
"No, you're my gorgeous rich wife with beautiful deep blue eyes." Michael corrects, as he pushes her chair in, then took a seat himself.
Jessica chuckles, placing her hands on the table, he reaches for her hand and takes it in his.
"And every word is true." He brings her hand to his lips, Jessica smiles, watching him as he does so.

"Oh I bet you say that to all the women who go along with your schemes."
"Ah now that's where you're wrong, I only compliment them when necessary, but there's only one woman I find the urge to constantly remind her how magnificent she truly is, and actually mean it." He still held her hand.
"Oh, is that so?" Jessica tilts her head slightly, Michael chuckles.
"It is, oh I think you'd like her, she's simply delightful. She has gorgeous golden hair, skin as smooth as silk, her eyes the deepest of blue that contain such passion. And her lips, when they smile, her smile can light up the darkest of rooms." Michael smiles.
"She sounds wonderful." Jessica smiles softly.
"That's because you are Jessica Darling." He squeezes her hand gently.
He smiles at the tint of pink that appeared in her cheeks, Jessica didn't blush often but when she did he marvels at how it adds to her beauty, and happiness fills him, especially when he's the reason behind it.
Jessica chuckles softly, her eyes drifting to their joint hands on the table.