Kirley & Mel
"Heard it from Harry himself." Melinda said, wiggling her eyebrows as though it was simply the most scandalous bit of information. Not that the smile on her lips faded enough to make her look even the slightly bit serious. She turned from the table to face him fully, her eyes roaming slowly over his features.
"You know, I almost expected you to be having a special at the club," she mentioned, her spoon rising from her plate to lick the whipped cream from the pile she'd shoveled onto her plate. "Easter being a fertility festival and all."