We spend the last ten minutes of the cocktail hour talking to the Gaffans before everyone is asked to take their seats. Cass leads me to our seats with his hand on my lower back and the sensation it stirs in my lower belly makes me have to concentrate on walking so I don't fall and completely embarrass myself.
We sit and he leans in, whispering, "I don't know how you did that, but you just worked a miracle. Now I owe you twice. For the second one, think big because that was a big favour."
I just shrug and say, "I'm not going to come up with anything. I don't feel like you owe me."
He looks at me, slightly put out, then says, "I'll figure out something you want. Believe me, I'm not letting this go."
I just shrug, figuring he'll be too busy to remember. A delicious tomato soup is put in
