#Chapter50
/"Why is that?/"
/"Saves you having to wine and dine leggy blondes on short notice, when you can’t be bothered or have a hangover./" I smirk. Inwardly glad he has no date with him tonight.
/"I guess. Although that stiff double whiskey sorted me right out./" He’s smiling, he seems relaxed tonight despite his earlier weirdness and there’s that casual laid back energy.
/"What’s with that anyway?/" I ask curiously.
/"What’s with what?/" he looks over my head and nods at someone trying to catch his attention - ever sociable Carrero. Back to swaying with me to the music, he seems distant suddenly, but I know he’s trying to avoid my gestapo questioning.
/"The lack of leggy bosoms lately?/" It’s been in the back of my mind, his lack of playmates and sleep overs for weeks now.
