Chapter 7Other than the chill that quickly passed, there seemed to be no retaliation from House in response to Leon, and Milo took a large drink of his wine. Then he tried to ignore the rumbling across the floor that lightly rocked the chairs. Not now, House. Let it be. “Did you feel that quake?” he asked, just as Leon looked frantically around.
“They don’t call New Zealand the Shaky Isles for no good reason,” Leon muttered. “I hate quakes.”
“All done now.” Milo glowered around the room.
“I thought we should have a light desert after a rich dinner.” Jonty trotted in with a jug of coffee, its aroma making Milo sniff appreciatively. “Plain vanilla ice cream, homemade biscuits, and coffee. I’ll bring through some brandy.”
“Affogato. Perfect.” Milo rubbed his hands, ignoring Leon’s impatie
