Carole Mortimer - An Enigmatic Man

‘Anything I can do?’ Sam offered now. ‘I feel a little guilty now at asking you to cook the meal,’ he admitted ruefully. ‘Spending so much time alone, my manners aren’t always what they should be, either,’ he acknowledged.

Crys looked at him consideringly, realising that this was as close to an apology for his earlier behaviour as she was likely to get. She had no doubts that it was probably only being made at all because she was a friend of his sister’s; despite his attempt to appear affable, Sam didn’t give the impression that he particularly cared what anyone thought of his manners, good or otherwise!

‘A glass of wine might be rather nice. White, to go with the trout, if that’s okay?’ She smiled, warm and comfortable in a pale blue jumper and blue denims that she’d changed into after her bath. ‘Did Molly tell you anything about me?’ she prompted as he moved to choose a bottle of wine from the wine cooler Crys had already found in one of the cupboards.

‘Obviously not,’ he replied as he opened the bottle. ‘Otherwise I wouldn’t have been expecting a man!’

‘Hmm,’ she murmured softly, accepting one of the two glasses of wine he had poured and sipping it appreciatively. He might be the most anti-social person she had ever met, but he certainly knew how to choose a good wine! ‘We were at school together—’

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