“Yes, your friend said that you’d got married.”
“James? You’ve met him here?”
“Yes, just the other day.”
Oh, god what did he say to the poor girl?
“Was he polite?”
“Oh, yes. He was a gentleman.”
Thank God for that….
“Glad to hear it. He’s a good man; one of the best, but sometimes…. um… empathy’s not his strong point.”
She bursts out laughing and the bubble of tension bursts. “He’s a Dom, isn’t he. If you cut him in half, it’d say ‘Dom’ running right through the middle.”
That’s our James….
“You’re not wrong there.” The elevator pings and the doors swish open. “Gotta go, Kirstie. See you around.”
As I head for the lift, I turn quickly back to her. “I’m Michael by the way. Nice to meet you again.”
Wonder why James didn’t mention he’d met her?
*****
Charlotte
My stomach rumble
