Chapter 17

“I’m nobody’s expert, mind you,” he said, “but you look like you jumped down from the screen of a Bollywood movie. The music, the way you dance—the hips, the hands.”

“Thanks,” she said. “That’s a little bit the idea, of course, but it’s nice to know all those hours of popping popcorn for my research paid off.”

They laughed again.

“So,” she said, reaching across the table to caress the hand that wasn’t holding the beer. “What do you have planned for the rest of your evening?”

Danny shrugged. “This was pretty much the highlight,” he said. “Now that you mention popcorn, I might need to go home and watch a movie. Any you recommend?”