“I’ll get you one.”
“You’re so good to me.”
Her words were getting just a little thick. There was an effort in the concentration of her gaze, as if she wanted to be certain to hold me in one place so that I didn’t drift out of her field of vision right while she was looking at me.
“Know something?” she asked abruptly.
“What?”
“I’m nuts about you.”
“Forget it. You’re cockeyed.”
“I’m tight all right, but I’m still nuts about you. Didn’t you know it back there in the hotel when I kissed you?”
“No, I didn’t think anything about it.”
Her eyes were large. “You should think something about it.”