“Excusez-moi, garçon!” She waves him over yet again and starts tapping onthe rim of her cocktail glass. “Another, please.”
Bee turns that megawatt smile of hers onto her sour-faced fiancé. “It’s yourturn, Dmitri.”
“We’ve both shared our first boyfriend experiences. Time for yours.” Shebats her eyelids at him expectantly.
I’ve got to hand it to the woman: she’s got cojones aplenty. I wish I had afraction of her courage to go jousting right at the surly ghoul shadowing ourevery move tonight.
Dmitri scowls. “You already know that story.”
“Like the back of my hand,” she confirms. Then she points her chin at me.“But Wrenny here doesn’t.”
His scowl darkens. “I don’t live in the past.”
“Coulda fooled me,” Bee mutters under her breath, though it’s not so lowthat we don’
