CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
“I’m lucky my flat wasn’t affected,” Aggie said later that evening when the others had gone home after a day of sorting through everything. “Just a faint smell of smoke up here, but otherwise okay.”
Cole handed her a glass of wine after she’d had a quick shower and put on a pair of jeans and a sweater.
“Thanks. The shower’s all yours if you want to get cleaned up.”
“Absolutely,” he smiled, highlighting the several black smudges across his cheeks. “It’s a good thing you suggested I pick up some clean clothes earlier,” he said as he picked up his bag and walked toward the bathroom.
“I’ve hung a clean towel on the rail for you.”
“Cheers,” he smiled before disappearing behind the closed door.
Aggie sighed and sat down, leaning back in the sofa before taking a long, m
