Cody had been standing just out of sight behind Jason, feeling more and more uncomfortable. He stepped forward, his expression bleak.
“Oh, there you
are, Cody! There’s bacon and toast in
the kitchen.” Eleanor had wondered
whether Luigi and Cody would stay and was pleased that they had.
Cody was warmed at
the genuine welcome in her voice. He
greeted both of the old ladies.
“I slept so late
this morning as if I were young again on the razzle dancing till dawn but Mrs
Cumberledge explained that it’s really jetlag so barbarous and tiresome but I
feel much more alert than I did yesterday morning such a long flight even from
Kuala Lumpur and dear Lucy Anstruthers looked after me so well but then I’m not
as young as I used to be, am I?” She
smiled beatifically at them. Cody was
reassured by all this benevolent nonsense.
When he turned to look to see how Jason was taking it, he detected a
small quirk to his lips which showed his amusement and affection. Jason caught his gaze and their eyes locked
for what seemed forever but could only have been one or two seconds. In the
other man’s eyes Cody read attraction, goodwill, forgiveness, judgement.
Acceptance.
Acceptance.
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