Chapter 47
“Not at all. I was about to make myself something anyway,” I lied. “So it’ll be no extra trouble.”
“Thank you, Ernest, I’d enjoy that.”
Liam said something into his radio on his lapel which had been quietly squawking away the whole time we’d been conversing. Then he turned it off and we ascended the few steps to the house, and I got the beautiful man sat down on one of the hard chairs in my small kitchen. I busied myself trying to create something from the few items I had in the larder. I didn’t keep that much in as I didn’t do any entertaining. Still, I managed to cobble together a few ham and tomato sandwiches, and there was still half of a cherry cake I’d bought at Safeway, so combined with more iced tea, this formed our lunch.
“So, Ernest, do you have any Gwendolyns, Cicelys, or perhaps a John or an Algernon as a sibling?” Liam’s eyes sparkled mischievously.
“You know the play, then?”
“Very well.” He nodded.