“Relieved to see me?” I asked. “Yes.” “It’s your own fault.” “How is it my fault?” she protested. I took her by the shoulders and turned her to face the glass window of the pub. “Because you’re so fucking beautiful. They can’t help themselves.” She tensed under my hands, staring at my reflection by the torchlight, saying nothing. I added gently, “I have something for you. Close your eyes.”
