Chapter 7
In his office, Tristan sat at his desk, lost in his thoughts. He stared at the rain lashing his window and slowly his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, until they closed again.
Then someone was shaking him and he cracked an eye open to catch sight of Clive standing over him. “Don’t let Jeff see you dozing off in your chair, man,” Clive said, laughing. He put a large coffee on Tristan’s desk. “Trist, you look exactly the way I did after our second son was born and had colic for five weeks straight.” He chuckled again and his great big chest shook. “You need to start going to bed earlier.”
Dazed, Tristan sat up in his leather chair and rubbed his face. “Thanks for the coffee. That’s fantastic of you.” He blew into the lid and then took a good gulp of the coffee. It cleared his h
