Six
“That was nice.” Heron patted his stomach. “What a tough act to follow! It will be hard for me to top confetti at dinner tonight.”
“It was nice,” Grace admitted.
“Then why do you look like mites are nibbling on your liver.”
Grace glanced up the street, looking for the auto. “I hope I thanked them enough.”
“You said it six times.”
“I wasn’t sure what I was saying. They surprised me. I don’t like surprises.”
He considered this. “Understandable. But you saved their lives and you love their food. They just wanted to show you some gratitude. Why are you looking at me like that?”
She glanced back at the restaurant, small now in the distance. “I thought you were flirting with Vihani, but you were coordinating with him, weren’t you?”
“You think I flirt with everyone.”
“You do flirt w
