aprons over the slacks and black turtleneck sweater he was wearing.
Okay, enough of this serious stuff, madam. What's for dinner? Do you want me to chop, grate, or puree, or would you rather just watch me get quietly drunk in your kitchen? I can do either. She laughed at him as he looked at her with amusement. It was so easy to be with him.
Why don't you sit and relax. Everything is pretty much done already. She poured him a glass of wine, did a few things in the kitchen, and half an hour later, they had steak, baked potatoes, and salad. She was a good cook, and they talked for hours, sitting at her kitchen table, and afterward they walked into the living room and he glanced at some of the pictures. They were a handsome family, though Matt always looked stiff to him, but Amanda looked lovely in every picture.
It's a shame you and your daughters are so ugly.
Your kids are just as good-looking as mine, she complimented him, and he laughed.
We just happen to be extremely attractive people. Everyone in Los Angeles is. They make the ugly people move to some other state, or town, or ship them over the border at midnight. They just round them up and off they go and no one ever sees them again ' poof ' no more ugly people. He liked to play with her, and tease. It was easy to see why he had so much success with women.
Don't you get tired of it? she asked him honestly as they sat down. She felt as though she could ask him anything. They were friends now. All the women, I mean. I would think it would be exhausting to be with strangers all the time. I can't even imagine having to deal with it, starting all over again constandy, asking all those tedious questions. '
Stop! He put up a hand with a groan. You're destroying my lifestyle. If you make me question it, I may not be able to do it. It's just one way of never getting involved. That's all. It's what I've needed ever since Dori.
I'd rather watch TV, or read a book, Amanda said honestly, and he laughed.
Well, actually ' that could be the essence of the difference between men and women. Up until now, if the choice was book, TV, or women, I would have to pick women. But if you make me think about it with any seriousness, I may have to buy myself a new TV set tomorrow morning.
You're hopeless.
I am. It used to be part of my charm, but I can see that it's rapidly becoming a liability. Maybe we shouldn't discuss this.
They talked about other things then, their families when they were young, their dreams, their ambitions, their careers, and once again their children. And the night flew by again. It was after midnight when he finally left her. And not quite nine o'clock when he called her the next morning to thank her for dinner. She was still sleeping.
Did I wake you? He seemed surprised. She looked like one of those early-rising people, and normally she was, but she had stayed up late the night before, trying to read, and thinking about him.
No, not at all. I was up, she lied, looking at the clock and surprised at what time it was. She had a dentist appointment to have her teeth cleaned, and she was about to miss it.
You're lying, he said with a grin at his end. You were sound asleep and I woke you. The life of the indolent rich. I've been at my desk since eight-thirty. He had had a number of calls to make to Europe, where it was nine hours later. But she had been preying on his mind, and he had decided to call her on the spur of the moment. And now, hearing her, he was unexpectedly nervous. How about dinner tonight? he asked without preamble, and her eyes opened wide, wondering if she had heard him correctly.
Tonight? She had nothing planned, although the following day she had been invited to a Christmas party. I ' aren't you going to get tired of me?
I don't think that's possible, and we have a lot to catch up on, don't we?
Like what? She lay on her back and stretched, remembering exactly what he looked like.
Both our lives. Between us that covers a hundred and ten
Okay, enough of this serious stuff, madam. What's for dinner? Do you want me to chop, grate, or puree, or would you rather just watch me get quietly drunk in your kitchen? I can do either. She laughed at him as he looked at her with amusement. It was so easy to be with him.
Why don't you sit and relax. Everything is pretty much done already. She poured him a glass of wine, did a few things in the kitchen, and half an hour later, they had steak, baked potatoes, and salad. She was a good cook, and they talked for hours, sitting at her kitchen table, and afterward they walked into the living room and he glanced at some of the pictures. They were a handsome family, though Matt always looked stiff to him, but Amanda looked lovely in every picture.
It's a shame you and your daughters are so ugly.
Your kids are just as good-looking as mine, she complimented him, and he laughed.
We just happen to be extremely attractive people. Everyone in Los Angeles is. They make the ugly people move to some other state, or town, or ship them over the border at midnight. They just round them up and off they go and no one ever sees them again ' poof ' no more ugly people. He liked to play with her, and tease. It was easy to see why he had so much success with women.
Don't you get tired of it? she asked him honestly as they sat down. She felt as though she could ask him anything. They were friends now. All the women, I mean. I would think it would be exhausting to be with strangers all the time. I can't even imagine having to deal with it, starting all over again constandy, asking all those tedious questions. '
Stop! He put up a hand with a groan. You're destroying my lifestyle. If you make me question it, I may not be able to do it. It's just one way of never getting involved. That's all. It's what I've needed ever since Dori.
I'd rather watch TV, or read a book, Amanda said honestly, and he laughed.
Well, actually ' that could be the essence of the difference between men and women. Up until now, if the choice was book, TV, or women, I would have to pick women. But if you make me think about it with any seriousness, I may have to buy myself a new TV set tomorrow morning.
You're hopeless.
I am. It used to be part of my charm, but I can see that it's rapidly becoming a liability. Maybe we shouldn't discuss this.
They talked about other things then, their families when they were young, their dreams, their ambitions, their careers, and once again their children. And the night flew by again. It was after midnight when he finally left her. And not quite nine o'clock when he called her the next morning to thank her for dinner. She was still sleeping.
Did I wake you? He seemed surprised. She looked like one of those early-rising people, and normally she was, but she had stayed up late the night before, trying to read, and thinking about him.
No, not at all. I was up, she lied, looking at the clock and surprised at what time it was. She had a dentist appointment to have her teeth cleaned, and she was about to miss it.
You're lying, he said with a grin at his end. You were sound asleep and I woke you. The life of the indolent rich. I've been at my desk since eight-thirty. He had had a number of calls to make to Europe, where it was nine hours later. But she had been preying on his mind, and he had decided to call her on the spur of the moment. And now, hearing her, he was unexpectedly nervous. How about dinner tonight? he asked without preamble, and her eyes opened wide, wondering if she had heard him correctly.
Tonight? She had nothing planned, although the following day she had been invited to a Christmas party. I ' aren't you going to get tired of me?
I don't think that's possible, and we have a lot to catch up on, don't we?
Like what? She lay on her back and stretched, remembering exactly what he looked like.
Both our lives. Between us that covers a hundred and ten
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