“That was delicious.” Gray lifted his champagne glass. “To the chef, whoever he might be.”
“And to you, my love. You have never looked more handsome than you do tonight.” I touched my glass to his and had my first sip of alcohol in years. It was rich and smooth, with a dry, almost fruity aftertaste.
“Okay, tonight has officially gone to my head.” Gray threw his head back and laughed. “Sir, flattery will get you anything you want, so keep it up.”
“Will it, now?” I smiled softly. “Anything?”
Gray lifted an eyebrow. “Let me tell you my news before you seduce me any further.” He lifted his glass again. “You are looking at the official makeup designer for the latest indie film being shot in this charming river city. It’s called Bolero, and it begins shooting a week after we begin our off-se
