Midge laughs out loud at that. “You’re right. I should have realized that tea is an aphrodisiac for the British. That was my fault.”

She unbuckles her seatbelt and turns to look at him, leaning against the car door. She’s playing it coy now, looking at him with big eyes and a sweet smile. Completely innocent. Robert looks like a lion who’s had his tail pulled too many times and is ready to pounce on her. That’s exactly what she wants.

“But I’m glad it worked.”