What did you buy?" Ric asked Allendre, smiling at her from across the tiny table in the quaint tearoom. "A souvenir ashtray? A plastic replica of Gibb's Lighthouse?"She laughed, shaking her head. "Nothing so exotic. Just a set of Irish linen napkins for my mother and, of course, a pair of original Bermuda shorts for my father, which he'll probably never wear. But Mom wanted me to get them, and I think they look nice. I've seen several men here who wear them with ties and coats, like business suits.""I've been seriously considering buying some for myself since it's beginning to look as if I'll be here for quite some time. What do you think? Would Bermuda shorts and the compulsory knee socks suit me?"Giving a little shrug, Allendre grinned. "I don't know. Do you have knobby knees?""I have very nice knees," he countered softly. "Remind me to show them to you sometime.""I'll take your word for it," she murmured, feeling warming color creep into her cheeks and wishing she didn't get so flustered by every one of his semiprovocative statements.
