Midnight Rhythms

He laughed. He couldn’t help it. “I live to serve,” he said.

Samantha was trying to think how they’d arrived at this topic, but couldn’t. She glowered at him. “Is there anything at all that you take serious in life?” she asked, exasperated. What was the matter with this man? He treated everything as a joke, or as inconsequential.

“Not much,” he said amiably, “but some things, yes.”

“Like what? Please tell.”

“A good meal is important. And my health. I take that very seriously. And having friends. And, of course, the agreeable company of a good woman.”

The agreeable company of a good woman? Now she was impressed! “Is that what you’re looking for? The agreeable company of a good woman?” she asked with mild mockery.

He gave a weary sigh. “Yes, but it’s not a simple quest. Good women aren’t easy to find.” He held her gaze and smiled wickedly. “I’m thinking you might be one,” he said slowly.

“Me? Are you out of your mind?”

“Aren’t you a good woman?”

She gave a derisive little laugh. “But I’m not agreeable.”

He gave her a considering look. “You’d be good for me.”

“Me? Hah! Why would I be good for you?”

“You make me laugh.”

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