The lift doors closed between Charles and me.
For several seconds, I watched my reflection in the polished metal.
My face looked calm.
Beside me, Cupid sat with his lead hanging loosely from Sonic’s hand. His tail swept once across the floor, striking Sonic’s shoe.
“Gee, They should classify dog tail as a weapon. “
The laugh that escaped me was small, but real.
Sonic glanced at me.
He did not ask what Charles had said.
Instead, when the lift reached his floor, he said, “Your eggs are probably cold. I will reheat it.”
The doors opened.
Cupid trotted into the penthouse as if the entire morning had been arranged for his entertainment.
I followed.
I sat down looking at Sonic recook the egg.
He put the dish on the table then poured more coffee for himself and leaned against the kit
