"I think I might be ready to go upstairs," she said. Suddenly it was too hard to be in his presence, too painful to know that he would belong to someone else. His lips quirked into a boyish smile. "Are you saying I might finally crawl out from under this table?" "Oh, goodness!" She clapped one of her hands to her cheek in a sheepish expression. "I'm so sorry. I stopped noticing where we were sitting ages ago, I'm afraid. What a ninny you must think me." He shook his head, still smiling. "Never a ninny, Kate. Even when I thought you the most insufferable female creature on the planet, I had no doubts about your intelligence." Kate, who had been in the process of scooting out from under the table, paused. "I just don't know if I should feel complimented or insulted by that statement." "Probably both," he admitted, "but for friendship's sake, let's decide upon complimented." She turned to look at him, aware that she presented an awkward picture on her hands and knees, but the moment seemed too important to delay. "Then we are friends?" she whispered. He nodded as he stood. "Hard to believe, but I think we are." Kate smiled as she took his helping hand and rose to her feet. "I'm glad. You're-- you're really not the devil I'd originally thought you." One of his brows lifted, and his face suddenly took on a very wicked expression. "Well, maybe you are," she amended, thinking he probably was every bit the rake and rogue that society had painted him. "But maybe you're also a rather nice person as well." "Nice seems so bland," he mused. " ," she said emphatically, "is nice. And given what I used to think of you, you ought to be delighted by the compliment." He laughed. "One thing about you, Kate Sheffield, is that you are never boring." "Boring is so bland," she quipped. -Kate & Anthony"