D.I. Rhodes was bored of men. Especially of this boor leaning up against the bar trying to get her to smile.
'Not interested in anything but this glass of wine. Goodbye.'
His attempts at trying to engage her earned a slam on the table from an annoyed hand belonging to one D.I. Raymond, steely voiced, soft butch of respected reputation.
'I suggest you leave her alone before I escort you out.'
'What's it to you, you interfering bitch?'
'That's my girlfriend you're trying it on with and she's not in the least bit interested, as stated before. Are you going to leave her alone or shall I make you?'
He looked back and forth at them until D.I. Rhodes smiled and blew a kiss at the other woman.
'I owe you a whiskey.'
'As soon as this idiot leaves.' Jill turned her head to stare pointedly at him. He muttered something and turned on his heel to sit in the corner.
D.I. Rhodes grinned and signalled to the barman.
'A double whiskey on the rocks for my girlfriend.'
Jill was surprised at her own reaction to saying the word they'd danced around for a while. She felt exhilarated for some reason.
'I might have quadruple if you're buying all night.'
'Only for you.'
There was genuine affection in Jennifer's eyes. That evening, she opened every door for Jill, from bar to car to bedroom. Chivalrous. That was usually D.I. Raymond's role. She revelled in the reversal; a new dimension added to their relationship.