McNamara, Harrington, and McCormick, my firm, was having its annual Christmas affair, and Fox was going as my guest. No mention was ever made of the fact that we were two bachelors living together—we just had to make sure not to display an unseemly amount of affection toward one another where we could be seen.
I stood before the mirror, growing more frustrated as for some reason I just couldn’t fasten my tie.
“Gently, dear heart,” Fox said, coming up beside me and turning me. He brushed aside my hands and set to work tying my tie. “What’s wrong?”
“Why would you think anything is wrong?” I asked in turn. I was uncertain as to whether I should tell him about the nightmares or not.
“Warrick.”
A brisk knock on the front door proved to be the solution. “Bugger,” I swore, although I was sec
