“As a result, Wolfe is so huge that he never goes out. He has an assistant, Archie Goodwin, who does his leg work for him. Archie is the narrator of the stories.”
Jake nodded toward the sleeping beagle and asked, “Isn’t his name Archie?”
“Yep.”
“Which must make you Nero.”
“Wolfe’s a pretty crabby character. I hope I’m not like that.”
“Not that I’ve noticed.” Jake said as he buttered a piece of bread.
The evening went by quickly. His nervousness long gone, Grant felt comfortable with his guest, as if they were old friends, not new acquaintances.
Back in front of the fireplace after supper, the two had coffee. Grant had offered brandy, but Jake had refused, saying that he’d fall asleep if he accepted.
On this, only their third meeting, Grant found himself increasingly attracted to hi
