Chapter 90

Bryansmiled at Phiz. “Phiz

doesn’t lie well. There’s had to be a certain amount of firm supervision, in

order to keep the secret.”

Phiz closed his

eyes with an expression that was surely bliss, rather than resentment.

“It’s…” Patrick

was speechless. His gaze roamed again around the room, taking in the colours,

the glamour, the party accessories. He’d barely touched the beer they’d pressed

into his hand: he was still on his first bottle.

“Take your

time,” Bryan said quietly. “We’ll all be around to help you this weekend. We’re

looking forward to the re-opening almost as much as you are.” He squeezed

Patrick’s shoulder. “This has been a home from home for us, Patrick. We’ve been

made so welcome here. You deserve this modest celebration.”

Modest?Patrick didn’t think so,

but it was awesome all the same. “Not just me,” he said, not to anyone in

particular. “It’s not just me who’s made people welcome.”

That was when he