Page 44 of Knot a Tie
“You would’ve gotten off lightly. She knows you weren’t there at the beginning.”
I blink, taking that in. “Hmm.” Perhaps William and I won’t be in the firing line as much as Spence and James.
Turning from him and sobering up slightly as I open the huge walk-in pantry, I scan the shelves in the dim food cupboard. There is a small window high at the top of the wall, offering enough light to see, but not enough to ruin the food stored inside. Moving over to the big plastic tub on the middle shelf, I pop the lid off and root through. Coming up with a multi-pack of two-finger KitKats, I cry out in jubilation.
“Yes!” Who doesn’t love a KitKat? Also, the whole ‘have a break’ aspect has a nice chill vibe to it.
I replace the lid on the tub and then grab some scissors from the drawer on my way out of the kitchen, ignoring Spencer as I go in search of some flowers. I’ve never been big on chocolatey/flowery gifts for women. Omegas especially. It seems too trite for the creatures with whom we are dependent on to appease our alpha needs and desires to mate and breed with. They are fascinating, gorgeous creatures and none more so than our curvy little brunette upstairs, who clearly, has a fiery temper and a sense of showmanship in how that is displayed.
Poor Spence.
I can't help but chuckle again, glad I wasn’t on the receiving end of what will forever be known as the Humpty-Dumpty incident.
Leaving the KitKats on the coffee table, I open the French Doors at the back of the TV room. I step out into the bright, summer morning and breathe in the scent of the flowers scattered in large tubs around the paved courtyard. Wondering what colour Rayne likes, I immediately search for some bluey grey flowers, but there aren’t any, so I go with pink. I think she seems like a ‘pink’ girl. Pale pink, I bet. Bright pink is too garish.
I find some kind of flower, who the fuck knows what kind, and snip a few off, adding in some yellow at the last minute because yellow is a happy colour. No one can stay mad when confronted with sunny yellow flowers, right?
Deciding I’m right, with no one here to challenge me, I bunch them together and then grab my phone out of the back pocket of my joggers and frown at it.
“Phil?” I ask, when I answer. “What’s up?”
“There is a very large man here who is inquiring about your friend,” Doctor Philip Walstow clips out dryly.
“Oh? What does he look like?”
“Tall, menacing, scar on his forehead…”
“That’s just Jones. Hand Richard over.”
“I would, but as I’ve informed your friend, he isn’t here. He left early this morning.”
My face falling into a frown, I shut the French Doors behind me and cross over to the coffee table. “Uhm, what do you mean left?”
“Left. Walked out. Disappeared. I can’t be clearer,” Phil snaps.
“Weren’t you supposed to be watching him?”
“I gave him enough painkillers to knock out a small elephant. How the hell was I supposed to know he had the constitution of a massive bull? Besides, I’m not his keeper, and if you think I’m getting into a punch-up with him, you obviously don’t remember Harrow that well.” His huffy tone makes me smile, but I bite my lip so I don’t laugh.
“I see. Put Jones on.”
“Cam?”
“You might as well come home. Phil doesn’t have him.”
“Fine.”
“Cameron,” Phil barks at me again. “This is the last time. I could lose my license over this. He wasshot.”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry. Thank you for all your help. You won’t see me in your doorway again.”
“I’d better not,” he growls, but then adds, “Don’t forget it’s Maisie’s birthday next month. We’ve got that barbecue planned.”
“I’ll be there.”
“See you then.”
“Bye, Phil.”
