“Nao,” he said at last. He was silent for a while. “It sounds loike Oi’m lookin’ ta get the best
of baoth worlds. But Oi can’t make a
promise Oi can’t kaip.”
“What can you promise?”
“That Oi love ya and will go on
lovin’ ya. That aiven if Oi slaip with
other blaokes, Oi won’t slaip with women. Except you. And whatever happens, Oi’m still ya
friend. And we naid friends. More’n anything.”
He was still holding her hands. She said, “We’ll try and see, OK. I can’t make promises I can’t keep either.” She felt his hands tighten then relax, and
his eyes gleamed.
“So would ya loik to, naow?”
“That’s all you’re interested in.”
“I have news for you, sista,
that’s all any man is
interested in.”
“Somewhere out there my prince is
waiting,” said Esmé piously. “Meanwhile, I’ll make do with the pauper. The sex-crazed paper.”
“I can get a pea to put under the
mattress,” offered Keith, his eyes sparkling, struggling to keep his expression
disinterested and professional.
“Your mattress? Huh!
Why bother?”
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