Chapter 119
She opened her watch and took a pill, letting the bitter taste linger on her tongue.
“Eleanor, darling,” a familiar booming voice said. “I thought I might stay a little, have a nightcap with you.”
“Wesley,” she said, looking up. He held a crystal wine glass out to her and in the faint light, she thought it was port before she took her first sip and nearly choked on Charles’s single-malt. The liquor burned in the back of her throat, but it wasn’t the first time she’d sampled it. “It was good of you to come.”
“Anything for you,” Wes said. “I didn’t know Andy was going to be marrying a man.”
“Well, of course, none of us expected that,” Eleanor said delicately. “I don’t even know what I shall do about it. Not that I can. You know Andrew, so determined to go his own way.”
“I do,” Wes said. He swished the whiskey around in his own glass before downing it with a hiss of satisfaction. “I can have a word with the boy—”