“What was all that about?” Rachel shot at Bruce once they had left his parents and had begun driving home.

“What?” Bruce asked genuinely. He had not noticed how upset Rachel was.

“Don't give me that! You damn well know what I'm talking about!”

Bruce sighed. “If I did I wouldn't be asking… Baby can you just tell me what it is.” His endearment was aimed at diffusing her fury.

He was in a good mood and did not intend to spoil it by having banter with Rachel.

“Maybe you could thank me by treating me to coffee sometime and then we can begin talks about business.” she mimicked him,...