Chapter 9

“Last one to the pub has to buy the first round,” Colin announced in a sing-song voice, emerging from Gwen’s office with a friendly arm around her shoulders. He always seemed perfectly at ease with Gwen, and she thought the world of Colin. But Grady couldn’t tell if there was something going on between them or if they really were just good friends.

Richard responded with a long suffering sigh. “That’ll probably be me. I can’t move like I used to.”

Georgia slipped a comfortable arm through the older man’s and smiled up at him. “Don’t worry if you’re slow. I’ll keep you company.”

“Thank you, my dear.”