"God, that was nice!" he said a moment later.
"Drive," she said. "Has this thing got a vanity mirror?"
"A what?"
She pulled the visor down and found what she was looking for.
"That's a vanity mirror," she said, and replenished her lipstick. "You've probably got some lipstick on you."
"I will never wash again."
She handed him a tissue.
"Take it off," she ordered, and he complied.
"These are really nice wheels," she said a short while later. "But I bet all the girls tell you that."
"My graduation present," Matt said.
"You already dinged it," Amanda said.
"You mean the cracked turn-signal lens?" he asked, surprised that she had noticed it. "That's nothing. You should have seen what happened to myfirst Porsche. That was totaled."
"Are you putting me on?"
"Not at all. A guy in a van ran into the back and really clobbered it."
"I think I would have killed him."
"As a matter of fact, I did," Matt said. "Took out my trusty fiveshooter and blew his brains out."
He heard her inhale. After a moment she said, "You mean sixshooter," and then added, "That wasn't funny. Sometimes, Matt, you don't know where to draw the line."
"Sorry."
"That was the pot calling the kettle black," she said. "I'm sorry, I had no right to say that to you."
"You have blanket authority to say anything you want to me."
He gave into the temptation and grabbed her hand. When she didn't object and withdraw it, he kissed it. Then she pulled it free.
"Am I going to have trouble with you tonight?"
"No," he said. "We do what you want to do, and nothing else."
"Funny, I thought you were going to offer to show me your etchings."
"I don't have any etchings," he said.
"But you do have an apartment, right?"
"You're supposed to wait until I ask you before you indignantly tell me you're not that kind of girl," Matt said.
She laughed, the genuine laugh Matt had come to like.
"Touche," she said.
"After we escape from this dinner, would you like to see my apartment?"