19In the end, the number of guests topped the twenty mark. Sinclair, having slipped out almost as soon as the first people arrived, had done an excellent job at preparing the place for the party. The caterers too, whoever they were, had supplied a good spread of food and when Lambert came down from getting ready he succumbed to temptation and sampled some of the hors d'oeuvres. Smacking his lips he stood and surveyed and knew it would be a good night.
Miles was one of the first to arrive, but not alone. He came walking up the drive, grinning, with a girl on each arm.
“All set, Andrew, bonny lad?”
Lambert grunted, stepping aside to allow the girls to move inside. He couldn't help but follow them with his eyes, both wearing skin-tight jeans and tiny cropped-tops. Miles slapped him on the
