“Okay…” she drawls, processing. “Just making sure you know I’m not going to honor that contract.” “Excuse me while I go dry my tears with the one million euros I’m here for.” I finish my drink in one gulp and place the glass on the wide marble railing. When I turn to her, I have a pleasant, plastic smile on my face. I’d hate for her to think I actually care whether she comes or not. “Won’t Kathleen mind me being there?” She plays with the hoop in her nose. “Considering our history and all.” “Kathleen won’t mind.”
