Summary: The world’s most beautiful creature, clearly God’s (Darwin’s) gift to mankind, is standing right in his path as if he’s been waiting for this moment, for Tony to walk into his life.
Okay, Tony really needs to stop letting Happy talk him into watching Downton Abbey so often.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Tall, Blond and Gorgeous says with a 1000-watt smile. An arm is stretched out towards Tony, a red rose in his hand.
What the hell? Is he dead? Has he died and gone to heaven? Unlikely - he’s pretty sure that, if there is an afterlife, he’s not going up in the clouds. Is he being Punk’d?