“Don’t tell me you really know the names of more than two hundred alcoholic drinks?”


“You’re kidding me, right?”

“Non.” Remy seems genuinely puzzled.

She laughs softly. “You, Rems, have got to get a life.” She shakes her head ruefully.

He looks a trifle annoyed now. “I have a life, chère. With you.” She sobers under the bright intensity of his eyes. “I drank to forget.”

“And now?” she whispers.

He shrugs and glances away. “Acquired the taste.”

“You’ve cut back a lot…”

“I don’t have to forget.” The intensity is back. “I have a life, chère. With you.”