“Anything else?” asks James.
“No, I’ve said what I came to say.” He turns to me. “I hope that when tempers have cooled, we might be friends again.”
“Ben….” I start.
He holds up his hands. “It’s alright, Kirstie. I mean just that; friends. It would never work with you and me…. and besides, Erin’s very sweet; a real old-fashioned girl.”
My jaw drops. “Erin?”
He grins and rises to leave.
As he opens the door, “Ben.…” I call after him.
“Yes?”
“If you ever raise a hand to Erin, I’ll have you for horse-meat.”
His face falls. He nods a curt acknowledgement and leaves.
Sighing, I turn to face my Director. “So, how much trouble am I in now?”
But James’ expression is genial, almost amused. “None. I appreciate your telling Ben your mind. That can’t have been an easy conversation.”
“No, it
