"And what does your experience say, Mr. Evans? What do you think of yourself?"
"Hmm," the man put the plate down on the table and stared out the wide window opposite, "What do I think of myself? Not always what I would like, Miss Hayes, but I'm learning."
She saw Justin glance at her and return to his plate of food again.
Emily regretted that at that moment she was not wearing glasses to make out the man's gaze. Or maybe it was for the best. His words touched the girl too much.
"So what about that Kevin guy? Has your grandmother decided to go on the attack?" Justin asked with his usual gaiety as if there hadn't been that melancholic pause.
"I resolved the issue with Kevin. He won't stick around to eat other people's pies for free anymore."
Emily happily stuck a bamboo stick right into the center of the last dumpling. She would have liked to do something like that with the head of that saucy bustard, but the dose of champagne was enough for him already.
