Page 64 of Beautiful Scars

I do say so.

I’m going to bed.

Sliding the chair out, I grab the full cup of tea and take it to the sink, but before I pour it away Sarah says, “Take it down to her.”

I turn around, cup still mid-fucking-air, and stare at her. “Aye good idea, Cupid. She’ll likely burn my fucking face off with it.”

She lets out a proper laugh now. “Well, is it any wonder? You’re the grumpiest fucker I’ve ever met.”

I laugh at her attempted assassination of my character. “I think she actually likes that about me.”

“She needs her head looked at then.”

Aye, I think she might need that too, but I also suspect she needed that long before she met me.

I put the cup down on the counter, tea intact. “Do you know something, Sarah? You’re actually alright.”

She shrugs. “I’m not ready to say the same about you yet.”

I fight my smile and look back at the cup of tea.

A peace offering.