Chapter 91 (1/2)

Christian gives Kate a brief, if awkward, almost arm's-length hug. I know that Christian's attitude to Kate is tolerant, at best, and ambivalent most of the time, so this is progress. Releasing her, he says so quietly only she and I can hear, ”I hope you are as happy in your marriage as I am in mine.”

”Thank you, Christian. I hope so, too,” she says graciously. The waiter has returned with the champagne, which he proceeds to open with an understated flourish.

Christian holds his champagne flute aloft.

”To Kate and my dear brother, Elliot - congratulations.”

We all sip, well, I glug. Hmmm - Cristal tastes so good, and I'm reminded of the first time I drank it at Christian's club and later, our eventful elevator journey to the first floor.

Christian frowns at me. ”What are you thinking about?” he whispers.

”The first time I drank this champagne.”

His frown becomes more quizzical.

”We were at your club.” I prompt.

He grins. ”Oh yes. I remember.” He winks at me.

”Elliot, have you set a date?” Mia pipes up.

Elliot gives his sister an exasperated stare. ”I've only just asked Kate, so we'll get back to you on that, 'kay?”

”Oh, make it a Christmas wedding. That would be so romantic, and you'd have no trouble remembering your anniversary.” Mia claps her hands.

”I'll take that under advisement,” Elliot smirks at her.

”After the champagne, please can we go clubbing?” Mia turns and gives Christian her biggest, brown-eyed look.

”I think we should ask Elliot and Kate what they'd like to do.”

As one, we turn expectantly to them. Elliot shrugs and Kate turns puce. Her carnal intent toward her fiance is so clear I nearly spit fourhundred-dollar champagne all over the table.

Zax is the most exclusive nightclub in Aspen - or so says Mia. Christian strolls, his arm wrapped around my waist, to the front of the short line and is immediately granted access. I wonder briefly if he owns the place. I glance at my watch - eleven thirty in the evening, and I'm feeling fuzzy. The two glasses of champagne and several glasses of Pouilly-Fume during our meal are starting to have an effect, and I'm grateful Christian has his arm around me.