“Hmm, I see. I suppose you think I should dress like Marie, do you?
“Well, correct me if I’m wrong, but when we first met, you were wearing a dress that might well have been one of hers.”
Tara’s eyebrows rose, and her smile faded. Seeing this, John hastily added, “You always look fantastic, and that’s no exaggeration.”
She glowed under his praise. “Okay, you’re forgiven. Now, what should we do until we go out this evening?” John’s face must have betrayed his ideas for she laughed and elbowed him. “I don’t think so.”
On remembering Tara in the green dress, John thought otherwise but pushed these thoughts aside. “How about we watch a movie? I see you have quite a few DVDs.”
Tara was about to reply when the doorbell rang. As she turned and went to the door, she exclaimed, “That’ll be Max
