Henry made a noise in the back of his throat and said, “No worries, no offense taken.”
Charlie poked him in the ribs. The contact tickled slightly, and Henry jolted, his insides twisting and blood running cold. The last person to’ve tickled him, very purposefully and very aggressively, had been a French naval officer who enjoyed making Henry squirm and beg for mercy.
Henry’d left the following morning exhausted, embarrassed, and, most importantly, with the complete shipping manifests of the man’s entire fleet. His commanders had been quite pleased with those results.
Charlie snorted. “I meant it as a compliment. You never did have an ego.”
The warm, familiar voice of his oldest and closest friend yanked Henry out of a seedy French brothel and back to their glade. A much better place to
