CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“It’s beautiful out here, isn’t it?” Jonathan chewed a peach and motioned at the chair across from the patio table in the garden. “Thought you’d appreciate some fresh air.”
Winston turned to leave but Paul shoved him into the chair.
“Where’s your manners, mate?” Paul slapped Winston’s shoulder. “When someone’s being nice to you, you repay the favor.”
“Winston doesn’t like me.” Jonathan held the platter of fresh fruit and cheeses to Winston who looked the other way. “But, I like you, Lewis. I like you a lot.”
He winced as if the sunlight stung his eyes. “Why am I out here?”
“What?” Jonathan sat back, salivating at breaking Winston in ways he never thought possible. “I thought you liked my garden. Or is it only when you’re f*****g in it?”
Paul’s plump face wrinkled wit
