“I don’t really like it at all,” I answered.
“You are full of surprises,” David said. “We’ll have a very light white wine, which I’m sure you’ll prefer.”
He ordered it and when Henri said, “an aperitif, monsieur?” David looked at me again.
“Must I have anything?” I asked. “I really dislike cocktails.”
I thought David stared at me rather searchingly as if he hardly believed what I said. But he ordered a martini for himself and a tomato juice for me.
When Henri had gone, he sat back and said,
“Are you happy, Samantha?”
“Very very happy,” I answered. “I wanted so much to see you this evening.”
Only when I had said it did I think that I had been too gushing and maybe too truthful. Perhaps David would think that I was rushing after him if I appeared too eager.
I turned my head away, bu
