“And I love you for it!” she cried, with rapture pressing his hand in both of hers.
“What did she say about me, anyhow?”
“Nothing worth repeating. I've forgotten it.”
Jim held her gaze.
“It's funny how you love anybody the minute you lay eyes on 'em—or hate 'em the same way. I wanted to choke her the minute she opened her yap to me.”
“Forget it, dear,” she broke in briskly. “I want you to take me to see your workshop tomorrow—will you?”
A flash of suspicion shot from the depths of his eyes.
“Did she tell you to ask me that?”
“Of course not! I'm just interested in everything you do. I want to see where you work.”
“It's no place for a sweet girl to go—that part of town.”