Chapter 37: The "L" Word

'It looks like the servants made sure the liquor cabinet is fully stocked', Henrik said as he poured himself a glass of whiskey while I was wrapping a handful of ice in a towel. He looked at me questioningly.

'I suppose I wouldn't let you drink alone', I told him once I got the gist.

'Thanks', he said as he poured me a glass and handed it to.

He downed his drink in one swift swig as I pressed the towel filled with ice to his bruises. He winced at contact. I lightened my press to be a little gentler.

'Is that better?', I asked.

'Yes, actually. Didn't realize you could be so gentle, Wilson', he said.

'I've got a gentle side. I just don't show it to you often.'

'Why is that?', he asked, amused.

'Because I like it when you rough me up', I flirted with him.