In time, Bea was beginning to relax and actually act normal. The food and wine was impeccable. Enjoying such a fabulous repast with two charming and quite divinely handsome Scots was enough to mellow any normal girl down. She still quivered when they sent her those strange, hooded looks of theirs, but she managed to ignore the sudden chills and heat waves she felt alternatively each time she looked up and met either man’s stirring gaze.
To her relief, there was so much they found to talk about, and many times, she knew she surprised them with her contributions to certain topics. She was no airhead; she definitely knew how to make good conversation. And wasn’t that what a true professional companion was all about, she thought, feeling quite happy with herself. As she relaxed, her smiles grew warmer, and her face shone brighter.
