Chapter 75

He moved away, slipping his sunglasses off, a trace of pain still apparent on his face. He was quiet for a few seconds, and then said, “Fix me a drink, will you?” His pale green eyes were gentle again. “Please, my love.”

He rarely used terms of endearment for me and it flustered me a little. I would have conceded to pretty much anything in that moment. “Yeah…okay.” I went to the bar by the bay window. “The place looks amazing, Der. And the food. Wow.” I was a bit anxious, the exhaustion making me feel frazzled, not my usual self. “Whisky sour?”