Charlotte
Sunday arrives.
Sebastian steps out from the driver’s seat, reaching for a bag which clinks as he moves. Chad exits from the other side, stepping forward, hand outstretched. “Michael, thanks so much for the invitation. I really appreciate it…”
“You’re welcome.”
“James, great to see you.” They shake. “Charlotte…” He turns, giving me a peck on the cheek and a light hug on the shoulders, then he sniffs the air. “Smells great. Who’s the cook?”
I nod towards my Master. “James. But I helped.”
He c***s a brow. “What kind of help?”
“Well, I peeled the potatoes and the carrots.”
“Thought so.” He grins to Michael. “Her cooking’s okay, but you wouldn’t want to live on it, would you?” Before I can react, he jerks his head to the back of the car. “Got something for you.”
Chad opens t
