After one more drink, we didn't talk about the case or the past we just talked about whatever. Hurling vs football, the prices of houses, the Royal family; everything that didn't have to do with Yew house or Ruari's mother. My stomach was warm and my head was starting to fog a little from the alcohol but I still had an odd ache for the moment before I asked about Michael's father. It was supers silly but it was how I felt.
"Well", I announced trying to keep my vowels in check, "I should be going I don't want to keep you any longer."
I got up making sure that I still had my room key on me. Michael followed suit picking up his briefcase and coat. As he bent slightly I saw a flash of his creamy waist. I bit my lip and focused on a loud conversation that was going on in a dark corner of the
