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“How did it go?” she asked, bouncing a little on the balls of her feet. “She said yes,” I answered with a smile too big to be considered anything but a garin. At that, she shot off her feet in a squeal and into my arms. “Oh, I’m so glad, Matt. I knew she’d come around.” I chuckled and set her down. “Come on in. I need a darink.” They filed in, and I closed the door, beelining for the booze. I poured a scotch for each of us, grabbed them by the rims in one hand, and headed into the living room. “Well, tell us what happened,” vincentsaid as he took it. “Melia’s been watching out the front window for theaella to leave for twenty minutes.” She nodded emphatically. “It’s true.” I laughed and took a darink. “It went as expected. Better, I guess, since she didn’t refuse. She had a list of
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