H-538: Cap Isle, Victory Hotel, Private Room

“Near enough to ‘yes’ then.”

She swirls her drink in the glass and takes a good sized mouthful, stops to savour the taste before putting the glass on the table.  She looks to Lia.

“Candidly,” she pauses, as if testing that word for accuracy.

“Candidly, I enjoyed our talks, our interactions.

“And, I enjoyed them in a way I’m not used to with business dealings.

“I want more.”