She'd love to have lunch with him.
Pointing to the small patch of yellow containing an anachronistic lion, the symbol of a royal house long dethroned on the rear of the car facing hers, she admitted, "I like your bumper sticker." "You've been to Scotland, then?" he asked, contemplating the ash blond locks and rounded facial features. "Yes, just once. My grandmother came from Prestwick." "Ah, yes," he agreed, thinking of...Read On