“Drink,” he said. Kathy never liked the taste of liquor. Neither she nor Jeff drank anything except, on rare occasions, wine or champagne. She knew the bourbon would go straight to her head. Perhaps, as long as she didn’t get sick, it would help her get through the night. She forced herself to drink half the glass. Abul’s arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He held the photograph up to her. “If I choose to marry you, will we look like this?”
She studied the photograph and felt the tears well up in her eyes. “No, I don’t think so.” Quickly, she took another sip from her glass. “I think just a few very lucky people get to be that happy only once in their lifetime.”
Abul put the picture back on the table. His hand moved up to cup her breast. Once more, she was aware
