Chapter 15

Charlie made a pot of tea and put some bread to toast and then dropped some eggs into a pan. He mixed the eggs and moved the bread like an expert.

“You’ve cooked before,” Harry said as he watched.

“Army.”

Harry huffed a laugh. “You can tell.”

“How so?”

“Scars all over you, neat and fussy.”

Charlies scowled. “I am not fussy.”

“If you say so.” Harry had to laugh. He was the fussiest person he knew. Nothing was left out of place. “I’ll wager you thought I hadn’t noticed you tidying up all the time.”

Charlie shot him an amused glance and scooped the eggs out of the pan and divided it onto two plates. He plastered the toast with butter and then disappeared into what looked like a pantry and returned with a platter of roast ham. He put generous helpings onto each plate and then put one down in front of Harry. It looked divine.

Charlie sat opposite. He lifted his cup of tea in salute so Harry followed suit. “Merry Christmas.”