"Quite a show," she mentioned, the smirk returning to her face. Of course, he could claim it was for show as much as he liked, but Adrian did seem to have a way with women that was hard for anyone, let alone the gossip magazines, to ignore.
Shooting him a mild glare, Tracey frowned at him and swapped her glass into her other hand. "I am not going to die a spinster. Maybe I'll go and find an Italian Count or something." Probably not, but the option was there.
Holding her tongue when Adrian claimed he wasn't idiotic, she smiled at him when he mentioned a gift. That peaked her interest, and Tracey dropped her legs down and then leaned forward in her chair. "A gift? Really?" She tried not to sound too intrigued, but the idea of a present was always welcome.