The spy who came in for a cold one
"I think I'm falling in love with you."
Sam chuckled as he said those words to Diane; after all, she had believed a liar and had made a, to be completely honest, total fool out of herself in the process. But there was more to Diane than he'd ever thought prior to meeting Eric Finch or whatever his name was. Diane was smart, to be sure, but she also had something he thought very few women possessed- she had a heart.
What was it about her that made him so mad yet so unable to stay mad at her for very long? Here he was, a simple bartender, who could have been a millionaire, but yet his worries went deeper than money. He was worried about Diane, pure and simple.
"Come on, Sam. Don't you think we've heard enough tall tales for one day?" Diane asked as she managed to regain her composure.
"No, I'm dead on. You are one very special woman, and it takes a certain kind of man to ...to...to appreciate her."
"And you think you're that man?"
"I just might be."
"Yeah and I'm also Diana, Princess of Wales. Tell me another good one, Sam." she chuckled as she put her apron back on.
"Okay, whatever you say." He smiled as he turned away from her. It looked as if his secret could be safe for another day.
TBC