As he stood up, Lauren handed him the bottle of Remy Martin and asked, ‘Will you do the honours while I put some music on?’
He nodded obligingly and, after making some space, set the bottle and glasses down on the coffee table. He then sat down on the lounge and watched Lauren as she switched two lamps on, turned the ceiling light off, and then slotted her iPhone onto its dock. She moved so deliberately, as though each movement was being carried out in order, like a ritual. Alex thought about the possums again. How many men had they seen step through those front doors? He could tell that she was not unfamiliar with setting up a romantic atmosphere. She had gone through those motions many times before.
A pang of jealousy started to gnaw at Alex, but he succeeded in nipping it in the bud.
