She sighed. “I don’t know how you get any work done with a view like this.”
He turned his gaze from the dots of light in the village, flickering below and decorating the hillside like tiny stars, to Christina. Her single French braid accentuated the graceful curve of her neck. Her pale blue cocktail dress fell to mid-thigh, showing a tantalizing amount of skin. Quite an enchanting view. “I do what I must.”
“I’m sure you do.” She faced him. “How was your afternoon?”
The Arts Council wanted his approval on their new budget and two-hundred-page bylaws. The Royal Council could not agree on anything, and a vital trade agreement was at an impasse. A typical day for him. “Fine. I had the usual amount of work waiting for me.”
“I got some work done, too.” She removed her right shoe and pulled o
