Chapter 40

"Okay," I said slowly. "How do you want yours?"

"I don't know. You order for both of us," she said. "It's not like I'm much of a fan, but it's something I've wanted to do with you."

She watched me as I listened to the waiter's list of scotches. I gave him a few names for the good stuff.

"Oban for both of us. Rocks for her, and another neat, but poured over ice for me," I told him. He started off, but she stopped him.

"Wait. I want the same as him," she told him. "Make them both neat."

She looked at me, challenged in her eyes. I let the waiter go without stopping him again.

"The ice would have made it a little easier on you," I said.

She made a face, and replied, "I didn't want it easier. I wanted to have what you were having."

"Okay," I said.

"It's just something I've imagined,"