Well, it turns out that Jase has planned this whole thing to be hosted by Bryon (who does security for that building). Bryon already had a beautiful table decorated for us on the top floor of an unfinished, million-dollar condo unit overlooking the city of Phoenix. I was blown away when the elevator opened and Bryon stood there with a dozen red roses for me from Jase. Our dinner was lovely, with sparkling cider, appetizers, the most delicious chicken salad I've ever had, breadsticks, and strawberries dipped in chocolate for dessert (my idea--the chocolate bars melted!). Man--was it good. I was so in heaven that even after we finished eating and Bryon went home I lingered forever on that balcony in the dark. We even had music to entertain us from a nearby club. The execution by Jase was flawless--except that he didn't tell me to wear comfortable shoes :*)
"For what do I owe this honor?" I asked him. "No reason," he said. That's my husband.
