Chapter 9
We’ve both kicked off our shoes and have retreated to the TV room, although I haven’t switched the TV on. Even though I was slightly opposed to it, having Leila in my house for a day is a treat. It’s an out-of-the-ordinary event and, of course, it helps that she’s so easy to get along with. And very easy on the eye.
Leila pulls her legs up underneath her and cradles the tumbler of whisky in her palms.
“Tough job you have,” I joke.
“Getting tipsy with Isabel Adler.” Her lipstick isn’t so bright anymore and a slightly darker rim has appeared underneath her eyes.
“You do prefer your own company, so…”
“Touché.” She straightens her leg and stabs me gently in the calf with her toe. “I don’t mind your company at all.” Because of how the evening has gone so far, I would have expect
