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?

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

Fuck!

my

swipe down my face, then mop at the stains on my

but it makes a convenient excuse for me to surreptitiously eye the female

of

have at least drawn a snark from Charlotte. But

in, heads close, talking quietly. This

I’m inching towards conspiracy…

the hell’s

it. On the tabletop, lying between the

a

way. Three sets of copper hair sway,

blue lines stare up at me. “Charlotte?

but I’m still talking… “It’s pretty

her head… “Michael,

“Charlotte… It’s marvellous…”

“Michael, it’s not mine.”