Chapter 81
THUMPER REARRANGED HIS man-cave; he moved the two gentlemen’s club chairs off to a corner and placed a small sofa in front of the fireplace where he and Janey could sit together.
On this damp, chilly November evening the fire felt especially curative as it soothed away the rigors of an exceptional day. The double portion of Talisker single malt scotch that Thumper sipped further eased the strains of a hard ride and a difficult decision.
Janey set her glass of wine down on the end table and turned to Thumper. “Those are some nasty scratches,” she said, reaching over and lightly touching his face.
“I’ve had worse. Left a few bits of flesh out there in the woods over the years, a piece of ear here, a slice of nose there.”
“It’s only added to your rugged handsomeness.”
“Chicks
