Chapter 166

“You know, Dan. The quick sex. The quick nature of falling in love, and then falling out of love just as fast. It’s all absurd if you ask me. Love needs to be cared for a little better in our lives. It needs to rise like a satisfactory dough, baked, and enjoyed. We all rush at love these days, which I abhor and can’t even begin to understand. I suggest you take this romance like War and Peace. Slow and with careful reading. Rushing will only cause dilemma and pain. Do I make any sense?”

“Clear as fog,” he joked, admiring an enamel-framed cloisonné mirror from 1890 that he was quite convinced an interior decorator would go mad over.

She spun her head in his direction and eyed up the mirror. “That thing is divine. I absolutely love it. What is the price?”

Fargo told her, which she scoffed at and commented, “I love this store, but the prices are exaggerated.”

“Bought has to make a living.”