Page 19 of Legal Attraction
He held out the flowers. “Congratulations.”
She shrugged. “I had nothing to do with it.” If anything, it was probably because of him and all the publicity over the divorce trial. But what she added was, “Just genetics...”
He laughed. “So you’re not denying you’re beautiful?”
“Should I feign some modesty?” Too many people had told her she was beautiful, starting with her very honest grandparents, for her to say otherwise.
“You’d be lying if you did,” he said.
She gave him a pointed look. “And I don’t lie.”
He didn’t argue with her. He just grinned again and held up the bottle of wine. “Screw?” The grin widened and his dark eyes glittered with mischief. “Corkscrew, I mean.”
She stepped through an archway into her tiny kitchen and took one from a drawer in the white cabinets and handed it to him. Then she pulled down some plates and grabbed some silverware. This time she did intend to eat and drink first.
But she had no doubt what they were having for dessert: each other.
