“You have nothing to offer me. I’m insulted by the invitation and offended by your offer.” “Quite the threat, coming from a burglar.” She scoffed. “Call the police. The only thing I’ve robbed you of is your pretense.” Cholmondeley’s gaze flattened. “Well, there’s that famous tongue. Sharp as ever.” “I haven’t even whetted it yet. Give me a drink.” “I think we’ve both had enough. I’ll have a car brought around.”
