Monday
Aislen’s eyes dropped to the keys that Heath held. “Of f*****g course,” she said. “I should have realized the first time you broke into the house. You took a copy of my father’s keys whilst your law office was holding his possessions for me.”
“Of course,” Heath replied, and helped himself to the glasses, setting four onto the bench and taking the wine glass from Aislen’s hand. “I could hardly let such an opportunity pass me by. This is terrible wine,” he added, after taking a sip. He looked at the label and sighed, shaking his head. “What possessed you to buy this s**t?”
“I liked the label,” she replied defensively, claiming a glass. “And it all just tastes like wine to me.”
“It is one step above vinegar,” he inspected the other bottles. “This one is better,” he approved and car
