Harry had turned off the TV and the two men were listening to Bach’s Christmas Oratorio. Harry was unfamiliar with the work but fortunately Alexa wasn’t. Secretly Harry preferred Handel’s Messiah but this was George’s choice and Harry would listen to anything if it meant he could cuddle with the man.
Harry’s phone beeped an incoming text. He was set to ignore it but George sat up and stretched so Harry decided to check his phone.
Wishing all our distributors the compliments of the season from all at Palmer’s Fixings.
Harry grunted and deleted the message.
“You okay?” George asked.
“Just a politically correct greeting from a supplier.” He yawned and slid his phone back in his pocket.
George pulled up the left sleeve of his—or rather Harry’s—sweatshirt then patted the pocket of the jog
