“Never mind,” Simon strode across the kitchen. “I don’t want to take your mind off Dick Tracy.”
The opening door revealed a vision in daffodil yellow with hair to match and a quizzical smile.
“Pat!” Simon drew her in and held her at arm’s length, boldly admiring. “You’re a sight to be held!”
He suited the action to the word.
She laughed breathlessly, pulling away.
“Darling, you have one of the most elemental lines since Casanova.”
His eyes caressed her figure. “The most elemental lines,” he said, “are never spoken. They’re looked at.”
“Do I look as good as Connie?” she inquired with arched eyebrows.
“Much better.” He took her hand and led her toward the kitchen. “Hoppy!” he called. “Bring on the vitamins.”
“Coming up, boss!” Hoppy sang out, and came around to deposit a glass of pale amber liquid in front of her as she sat down. “Vitamins,” he grinned, and retreated back to his stove.