“I'm working all day tomorrow, unfortunately.”
“Anywhere I know?”
“I'm not sure. I don't know which places you know in this country.”
“Try me.”
“Luque,” he said. “I have to see a man up there. Business.”
She paused for a moment. “No,” she said. “I've never been up there. Maybe tomorrow night, for drinks?”
“Again, I can't. I'm sorry. I have a direct flight out tomorrow evening.”
She ran one perfectly manicured red nail around the rim of her wine glass. “Now Jack, us Southern gals aren't used to having to work this hard to get a man to notice them. Maybe I'm losing my touch.”
He smiled. “I can assure you that you're not, believe me!”
“I understand, Jack. Well, you can't blame a girl for trying.” There was a certain shyness about her as she smiled at him, then stood and smoothed out
