Nevin and Luke entered McTavishs and were greeted as conquering heroes. Nevin waved off the crowd and took Luke to his office in the back of the pub. He sat behind his desk and motioned for Luke to sit on the leather couch across from him. From a shelf behind the desk Nevin took down a bottle of Three Labels and a pair of tumblers, pouring and handing one to Luke, keeping the other for himself. To good times! he toasted his old friend. They both drained their glasses instantly.
So how are you? Nevin asked.
Great, Luke replied, uncertain of his friends mood.
No, really, Nevin said. I thought youd retired. You show up here with the lovely Bella, now youre shooting a travel program? Whats going on?