Chapter 5“How was the picnic?” Captain Ben Harding asked, waving Jo Everett into his usual seat on the opposite side of the fireplace in Ben’s comfortable Piccadilly sitting room.
“Thank you, Cribbins,” Jo said, accepting a glass of wine from Ben’s loyal manservant and taking a sip. “Ah, that’s better. It was rather good fun. It didn’t rain, the sandwiches weren’t soggy, and the selection of cakes was jolly good. It’s a pity there was only lemonade to drink, but I’m making up for that now.” He raised his glass to Ben.
“I can’t believe Percy dragged you all the way down to Richmond for the afternoon,” Ben groused. Jo was his closest friend from school, and almost from their first meeting, he’d been quick to defend Jo’s easy-going nature with strong words and even the occasional bout of fi
