Chapter 48
She approached with two aperitif glasses in hand and a coy smile. "Oh, the bad can't be all that bad."
"I suppose so," he agreed as he accepted his drink, "but there have been quite a few times you've floored me with your impromptu surprises. Of course, at the time they proved enjoyable."
"Such as?" Joining him on the sofa, she tucked her legs beneath her.
"Oh, let's see." Ross relaxed against the back cushions. "I definitely remember our first time together, the shower scene, the Eiffel Tower elevator, and I would be amiss if I didn't mention Casablanca."
"You do know, Ross," she cooed. "I've always hated the tried and truly predictable. I wanted to give you something to remember me by."
"Well, I'll never forget." As he took a sip of his drink, his expression changed, from politely cordial to a hardened look. "Now, that we've waltzed down memory lane, let's cut to the chase."
She stiffened. "What do you mean?"