Seven times six equals forty-two. Finally, some progress. 😉 Read what happened before at the Champagne page.
“Such gentlemanly behaviour for a woman,” she said and lifted her glass.
“You looked like you needed it.” I held her gaze, even though I could feel it drifting away already.
“I always do.” Unlike her eyes, her voice sparkled. Her accent harboured that New York confidence I always believed only existed in movies. But she was real and I wanted her even more. “What’s your excuse?”