"You look like you've been through Hell," a lovely Scottish accent filled Dirk's ears.
"Hell is not the word for it."
"What happened?" she sat in the chair across from him.
"Shit that you'd never believe."
Aine just smiled a wicked grin. "I see that it hasn't improved your attitude."
"Very little does," he returned the grin. "But, now it's over. I have nothing on the calendar coming up soon. How about you?"
"Oh, I've got to leave in the morning. Somewhere in Asia. Shouldn't be gone more than a few day. You can ring me up next week."
"There's the problem," he leaned back to allow his waiter to deliver the meals. "I'm not much of an extended planner. I pretty much just look at the day ahead of me."
"Well," she said while looking at her plate, "I see you planned far enough in advance to make this dinner as short as possible. I can guess what you have planned for later."
