103 Nothing To Talk About

The mischievous glint in Melissa's eyes and the devilish smile on her face, both signs of mischief, had Richard watching her with careful eyes and intrigue.

"What's amusing you?" He whispered in her ear.

Still holding on to that smile, she snaked her fingers around her glass and shrugged. "Nothing. Just thinking it's going to be a good night."

There it was, that devilment that proved she wasn't just thinking. That smug gleam of intelligence and impish glint. It was a wicked combination he knew so well. Too well.

He watched as she sipped and savored the blissful taste of the wine with her tongue. "I love this. Can you help me find out the name?" She took another sip of the wine.