“Feel sick?” He was grinning at her.
“I’m quite all right,” she said.
His eyes were wide and innocent while he told himself to rub it in deep, really let her have it. “I’m only trying to give you the full picture. You come down to see the dirt, I’m showing you the dirt.”
“Why do you call it the dirt?”
“That’s as good a name as any.” He saw the way she was watching him, her eyes intent, and he said, “Don’t get too curious, Miss Channing. You’re messing around with rough company.”
“You’re not rough,” she said lightly. Then, more seriously, “You remembered my name.”
He looked away from her. He didn’t say anything.
“You’re attracted to me,” she said.
He was staring past the windshield, at the dark water of the river. He told himself the best move was to get out of the car and take a walk.
“You’re really interested,” she said. “Why don’t you admit that you’re interested?”