Twenty-Nine - MichaelLogs chopped, I follow my nose and the scent of coffee to the kitchen to find James puttering about, scraping something chopped green into a pot on the hob. On the next ring, the coffee pot hisses and spits.
"What"re we having?"
"Lamb Rogan Josh." He rinses off the chopping board and stacks it into the drainer. "Good timing." He nods to the pot. "Want one?"
"Mmmm, please."
Five minutes later, legs stretched out by the hearth, coffee in hand and the promise of James" creation drifting by my nose, life"s looking pretty good, when the door swings wide and Charlotte enters...
... and life"s looking even better.
She looks great. Long hair swinging loose by her waist, her eyes are made-up, lips tinted. It"s subtle and lovely and suits her fine complexion perfectly. Th
