SCARLET
Luke went out of the door and then came back with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. He sat on the bedside table and filled the glasses. He handed me one.
“So, shall we start?”
“How about you ask the questions?” I suggested.
“Hmm.” He nodded, then gulped the liquor straight. “All right.”
I took a deep breath, getting ready for the possible questions he might ask. I must remember, too, that Luke had possessive tendencies.
“Where did you meet the guy?”
Okay. Not harmful as the first question.
“I met him at a club.”
He frowned. “What the hell are you doing in a club?”
“I came with friends. Girls’ night.”
“Okay. So, you met him there, asked for a drink, got to know each other, and then you became close.” He gulped another shot of his drink. “So typical. You fell in love,
