Chapter 37
Television coverage of the election had already begun when Fraser, Penny and Matt settled down on the oversized leather suite in the lounge room. Penny had been watching for a moment to take Matt aside, but an excited Fraser was monopolising him. Father and son were talking for the first time in years, and she didn’t want to get in the way of that.
Penny emptied the potato crisps she’d brought into a bowl, and put them on the coffee table. They looked out of place beside the plates of gourmet hors d’oeuvres brought in by the butler. ‘Anything vegetarian?’
McGregor materialised at her shoulder. ‘Of course, Miss Penny.’ He pointed to this or that appetiser, rattling off ingredients. ‘Polenta wedges with bocconcini and basil pesto, leek and charred bell pepper tartlets, crunchy
