Alcoholic Ethan Fiennes…
“Well, I’m gonna have some breakfast.” Myles hesitated a moment, but before I could say anything, he’d turned for the door.
A little bemused, I frowned, watching him enter the loft. I’d never put two and two together until now. Suddenly, I understood why Myles had found another man to treat him like crap. He’d gone for something familiar. The only thing he knew to be love.11: Always Cut Close to the Bone
“I’ll pick him up tomorrow, Mona,” I said, and then covering the phone speaker with my hand, waved Olivier over. “Please, tell Tom to start blanching the carrots, sweet peas, and—”
“He’s on it.” Olivier stopped in my office doorway. “No worries, okay?” He walked off.
“Nicola,” Mona snapped on the line. She always used the French version of my name and it irked me. “You’re not even listening.”
The other line beeped in my ear. Saturday night was upon me and I didn’t have time for Mona’s weekly sermon. “Hold on a second? Sorry.”