James
I push a tumbler into Michael’s hand. He sniffs. “Smells good. What is it?”
“That bourbon that Richard and Beth gave you.”
He examines the glass, looking a bit miffed. “So, you opened my Christmas present?”
“You would have shared it with me, wouldn’t you?”
“Well, yes, of course.”
“So, what’s the difference?”
Argue with that if you can….
He frowns at me from under his brows, then shrugs with an air of ‘f**k it’.
Move on….
I tip my glass to him. “You certainly scored full points with your Christmas gift for Charlotte; giving her that address. I take my hat off to you for keeping it under wraps like that.”
He sips, then swishes around his mouth, before raising eyebrows and looking at the glass. Then, “It wasn’t just to be as a surprise for Charlotte,” he says. “I kept quiet b
