“Let’s not talk politics,” she said.
“No. By all means. I might start killing people.”
Audrey said, “You know, you’re pretty fascinating—in spite of your British bias.”
“Thanks.”
She surveyed him teasingly. “Tall, dark, and handsome. A glint of red in the retreating hair. Old enough to—well, old enough. I don’t mind telling you that when you walked into the bar, my not-too-maidenly heart skipped several beats.”
“I’m glad to know it’s beating, anyway.”
She pretended to be amused. “Are you in love?”
“No.”
“You don’t mind if a girl tries—?”
“I have a rule about that. It depends on the girl.”