“True.” He still hadn’t opened his eyes. “Good pizza always trumps efficiency.” Then he reached over, taking her hand. Now his eyes were open and focused on her. “Do you remember the night we met?”
“Of course I do, Tony. It was at a party in Monte Carlo. The whole place was abuzz with your presence.” She smiled a little, remembering.
“We’d both had a lot of champagne to drink.” His grip tightened. “We kissed on the beach and I asked you to come back with me to my yacht.”
“Do you ever regret turning me down? Or wonder what might have happened if you hadn’t?”
What I didn't know till I was walking home tonight was that Ezra introduced them! Gah! I'm supposed to be writing other stuff [glares at muses]