Bella glanced over at the clock on the wall as she heard the rap at her door. Right on time. Interesting. James had always struck her as the fashionably late sort. Perhaps it was his nerves that had gotten him there so early, though as she pulled open the door to smile at him, she saw no trace of them.
"You didn't," she agreed with a small smirk, pushing the door open to allow him inside, before she closed it behind him. "I'm very impressed, James." Her gaze raked over his figure unabashedly as she leaned her shoulder against the wall, and she seemed pleased with what she saw. "Would you like a drink?" She wasn't talking about tea, either. She had a feeling a shot of liquid courage might be necessary that evening.