Her roguish face sparkled as he asked; “Whose?”
She drained the glass and set it down demurely. “Mine!”
The cigar was suspended; the veil cleared between them.
“For whom?” he said.
“You!” Offering him the limpid depths of her blue eyes. “Is my liking returned?”
“Liking? Perhaps!”
“My love?”
“Love? No.” Coldly.
“You do not fear a woman scorned?” Her lips curved in a smile, displaying her faultless teeth.
“Not when the avenging angel is so charming and so heartless!” he added satirically.