Sublime

“It’s time for lunch.” “You’re my lunch.”

“You little dissembler. Share.” “No.” “Very well, I’ll leave you here.” He rose to his feet. “All alone. In the dark. With the noises.”

Before walking away, Chase leaned close. “Just as a point of clarification, in case you do die . . . Which of us would you say was the second, and which the third?”

“Thank God.” He closed his eyes and exhaled gruffly. “Damn it. I left the ring in the safe.” She laughed. “Best proposal in the world.”