“Isa tells you too much.”
“Isa tells me nothing. I understand women.”
Through the closed door, Isa says, “No, you don't.”
Drew points toward her.
“See? Chemistry.”
Vale pours another drink.
Kane takes the chair opposite us.
Leo stays suspiciously near the library door.
I look at him.
“You too?”
“My wife is in there.”
“She's interrogating mine.”
“Exactly.”
Drew sighs happily.
“This is what Christmas is about.”
Kane looks toward him.
“Women discussing us?”
“Being important enough to discuss.”
Isa walks past and kisses the top of his head. Apparently leaving the conclave to retrieve more vino.
“You're very secure.”
“I know.”
She keeps walking.
Drew watches her until she disappears.
Sabine was right.
Completely hooked.
He catches me looking.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Fuck off, Blackwell.”
I smile into my Scotch.