Chapter 41

Goodness gracious, was it ever.

Matthew found his tongue and forced his throat to cooperate. “My friend,” he said, speaking to Randy, “never let anyone tell you that you’re weak for fainting after seeing that. If Gavin hadn’t been holding me up, I would have done the same.”

This time Randy was the one to nod. “I thought so.”

“You’re welcome,” Gavin said. He drummed at the table with his fingertips. The quick, consistent pace of his hand said he was playing a tune of annoyance, but his expression was calm and unaffected. “Should we open the wine?”

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