Page 29 of A Reel Christmas in Romance
They sat there, inJack’s crummy little furnished rental apartment, for several hours. All they did was talk, about everything, and nothing, and all the things in between.
Well, there was some kissing involved. And a little dancing, when Jack asked about her outfit. Not that either of them was a good dancer, as it turned out, but since it ended with them in each other’s arms, that was perfectly all right.
It was eleven o’clock when she finally left, and when she did, it was with a promise to get together tomorrow to seeWhite Christmas, so he could see what her outfit was really supposed to look like, on the big screen, and worn by someone who actually could dance.
“It’s going to be a letdown,” Jack said. “After seeing you wearing it, how could anybody else compare?”
She kissed him again, and then she left, before she forgot herself and really did what she’d threatened to do earlier tonight – propose to him, as crazy as it sounded.
But there’d be time enough for that later. If she wasn’t already certain of that, Asta’s reaction when she walked out the door – straining at the end of his leash to get back inside Jack’s apartment, barking madly – was all the proof she needed.
