She took a drag off her cigarette, tapped off the ashes, then exhaled blue smoke in his direction. He waved his hand in front of his face in a vain attempt to clear his breathing space. This reaction brought a smile to her lips. She loved baiting him, putting him on the defensive for a change. She inhaled another lungful cigarette smoke and aimed it at him.

“Must you? It’s bad enough you insist on smoking. Must you involve me in your habit as well?” He frowned at her.

“You can leave any time you want to, sugar.” She knew he hated that pet name, and accordingly, used it frequently.