“I’ll forgive you if you’ll forgive my…shrewish tongue? Was that how you described it?” Katherine’s eyes sparkled with a mischievous light, and he found his lips curling in an answering smile.

“Agreed. Truce?”

“On one condition. No more questions. They bring out the worst in both of us.”

“Done.” He raised his cup in a toast. “No questions. However, that does mean I’ll be forced to give you commands.”

Her eyes opened a fraction wider. “What do you mean?”

He leaned back in his chair, enjoying the moment. “I’ll give you an example. Later, when the dancing starts, I was going to ask if you’d like to join in. But as questions are forbidden, I must order you instead.”

The corner of her mouth twitched. “What makes you think I’d obey?”

“Because I want to see you dance. And I always get what I want.”