Chapter Fifteen
The sunny redhead moves into the lounge with charming ease. Her shapely dancer’s legs catch the eye of every man at the bar as each one takes a look as she sashays by in her four inch heels. She sits in the chair Ben Hunter has pulled out from the table.
“Hi, sweetie,” she says and gives him a warm peck on the cheek.
“Glad you called. I’ve missed you,” he says.
“I wish I could say the same,” her eyes twinkle, “and I guess I do… but I’ve been pleasantly distracted.”
“Is that the news you wanted to report?” he asks.
“It is.”
She holds out her hand, showing off a diamond on her left ring finger, set in a design of platinum leaves.
“That is unique.”
“Marco designed it himself.”
“Marco, huh? And is this the relationship you wanted?”
“I think so.”
“You work quick
