Chapter 32
“Raine’s right about this place,” Henry said, “you make good coffee, I’ll have to bring the husband in sometime, he’s a member of the tea-drinking tribe but I bet you could convert him.” He was indeed wearing a wedding ring, subtle and unfussy and gold. “So we all like it when he smiles—that’s Raine, not my husband. It’s a lot less scary for clients, y’know? So you two need to hurry up and do whatever it is you’re doing and make our newest partner happy again, like, yesterday.”
Husband, Don thought; and breathed. And Raine’s law-firm partners, despite the joke about being less scary for clients, genuinely cared: that was present in Henry’s gaze, unwavering over the assortment of cups.
He said, “I want him to be happy. And here—” He dove for the pastry counter, grabbed a lemon tart, shoved it that way. “Tell him it’s not a gift. It’s a favor. For me. Making room for the peppermint holiday tree cookies.”