She flashed a dimple at him. ‘I like it much better than that monster you have in town.’
‘So you’ve said before. I can’t think why. I have a hot tub in there.’
‘A what?’
‘A big, deep tub full of hot water. For bathing.’
‘Something tells me you aren’t talking about the usual tin-tub-before-the-fire routine.’
He grinned. ‘It’s about three times that size and much deeper.’
She was silent for a moment. ‘All right. I concede that offensively gargantuan wealth has its advantages.’
‘You can try it sometime.’
‘The wealth or the tub?’
‘The tub. The wealth might be harder to arrange.’
She shook her head. ‘Kind, but no.’
‘No?’ he said, surprised. ‘Really? I thought you a convert in the making.’
Her tone turned withering. ‘That’s very kind of you, Konrad, but I am not going to lie naked in
