“To hell with all man-haters,” I said, sliding my arm along the back of the settee behind her head. She leaned towards me. “Are you a man-hater?”
“It depends on the man.” Her face was close to mine so I let my lips rest against her temple.
She seemed to like that.
“How’s this man for a start?”
“Pretty nice.”
I took the glass of whisky out of her hand and put it on the floor.
“That’ll be in my way.”
“It’s a pity to waste it.”
“You’ll need it before long.”
“Will I?”