Michael
“Hi, Champ,” smiles Ben as he sees Charlotte. “That was quite a performance.”
She mops her forehead with an arm. We’re both hot and sweaty and badly in need of a shower.
“Hi, Ben,” she grins. “Yes, a lot of fun too. It’s a while since I had a…. workout…. like that….”
And if you think you’re getting off that easily….
James appears from the gym, limping heavily, Ben’s face falls. When he speaks, his expression is barely courteous. “James.”
“Ben.” James’ returning word is equally cool.
What’s eating Ben?
That’s all I need….
“How’s it healing?” asks my brother, nodding down to the injured leg.
“Oh, it’s coming along.”
James keeps a light tone, but I know him too well and I’m not fooled. He’s hurting.
“You’ve been on your feet too much today,” I say. “Get yourself into a cha
