“Thank you,” he breathed. “It’s beautiful. Like you.” He allowed her to clasp it around his neck, then he ran the fingers of his right hand through her hair. Her smell was more intoxicating than any alcohol he’d ever tasted.
“My Prince,” Mel interrupted. “It’s time to retire for the evening.”
Aramis sighed. Mel was a blessing to him, as well as a curse. “You’re interrupting Hanna,” Aramis informed him. He turned his attention to his friend and winked. “You should retire without me,” he whispered. Or at least he thought he whispered. Everyone nearby could hear him.
“It’s quite all right,” Hanna interjected. “I’ll see you later.” Aramis wasn’t sure if she was stating a fact or asking a question. She curtsied and took her leave. “You’re a killjoy sometimes, you know that?”
Mel grinned in
