When dinner was finished and the dishes done, Rob poured them each a port and they went into the living room to enjoy the heat of the fire.
Rob raised his glass. “Here’s cheers.”
Duke lifted his glass and took a sip. “Nice,” he said. “You know, I wonder if the old town has changed much. Probably not.”
Rob swallowed a mouthful of port. “You been here before?”
“Yeah, Rob. I grew up here.”
Rob examined Duke’s face more closely. The brown eyes and the cleft in his chin. He tried to imagine Duke without the thick brown moustache; to picture how he would have looked when he was younger.
“How old are you?”
Duke laughed. “You know, I had an inkling when I first saw you. I was going to say something in the car, but my mobile rang. And then, as we were talking over dinner, I was sure. You and
