Nigel rejoined us and handed me my drink. I angled my body, and in an action that was only visible to him, pursed my lips and blew him a kiss.
“Nigel, don’t you want your wife waiting with a drink and dinner ready for you when you get home?”
“I’m very happy with everything Portia does for me.”
“That’s very unconventional.”
Nigel and I exchanged smiles. “But conventional can be so very ordinary.”
“Yes, of course.” She gave him a vague smile. “If you’ll excuse me?” And she went to Bryan.
Now Nigel said, “Not everyone can be you. And I mean that as a compliment.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He brushed a quick kiss across my lips. “And did you ever stop to think that her helplessness might be exactly what Bryan is looking for?”
“I suppose that’s possible. I’ve never met anyone he’s dated before now.”
“Will you talk to him?”
“No.” He seemed determined to marry her. “It’s not my business.”
“Your father approves.”