Hot Revenge Box Set 4

Michael

I amble into the kitchen to the mixed smells of toast, peppermint and coffee. Mitch, Beth and Charlotte are gathered around the breakfast table. Plastering a smile on my face, I try to sound cheerful. “Morning all.”

“Morning, Michael,” smiles Beth. She still looks tired, but like Charlotte, is still going through the stage of not wanting to let go of Adam. He coos in her arms and she keeps her attention on him.

Charlotte speaks quickly, then looks away. “Hi.”

Mitch nods, then sips from her teacup, looking down.

Have I said something I shouldn’t?

Offended one of them?

Snagging a couple of oranges, I head for the squeezer and slice the first one in half. “Juice, anyone?”

“I’ll have some,” says Charlotte. “And squeeze some for Mom too, please.”

“Sure thing.” I grab another couple of oranges, running a quick mental inventory of what I’ve said and done this morning and the evening before…

Beth was tired… Hardly surprising. But certainly not upset. Triumphant would be nearer the mark.

Did I say something to offend her?

Nah…

What then?

an orange. The squeezer hums and spins, shooting a thin jet

Fuck!

down my face onto

swipe down

excuse for me

air of

me firing myself with orange juice would have at least

and Mitch and Beth lean in, heads close, talking quietly. This is

I’m inching towards conspiracy…

the hell’s

the tabletop, lying between the

a pregnancy

heads spin. Three faces jerk my way. Three sets of copper hair sway, then

the small wand. Two blue lines stare up

still talking… “It’s pretty soon

her head… “Michael,

“Charlotte… It’s marvellous…”

“Michael, it’s not mine.”