CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Under Art's gentle but firm pressure, Wanda finally gave in and agreed to go out to dinner. Knowing he would keep his eye on the time, she just relaxed and was surprised at how easily she could do it.
A well chilled martini made it considerably easier. After that, there was an excellent French onion soup, a crisp salad and chicken cacciatore. By the time Wanda got through that, there was not even the faintest trace of tension. There was also no room left for dessert.
With her coffee, Wanda chose Benedictine and brandy while Art opted for brandy straight. She had no thought of elections or opponents or time. Instead, her mind was as filled with a warm peace as her belly was with good food.
She was actually surprised when she heard Art tell her it was time to go. These we
