Page 82 of A Recipe for Love
‘Politician woman. The one with the suits.’
‘Scottish politician?’
‘Nah. English.’ Ravi shrugged. ‘Anyway he’s bitching about the deadline but still not actually writing anything. Same old, same old.’
‘What about you?’ Ravi put down his pint. ‘I’d assumed you’d have a butler to bring us beers by now.’
Adam shook his head. ‘You wouldn’t travel with a butler.’
‘Oh, I’m sorry.’
‘A valet maybe.’ He grinned. ‘Sorry. No man servants. No servants at all. Well there’s Flinty but I don’t think we’re actually paying her.’ Given that she clearly hadn’t, despite her ongoing protestations, retired, he ought to do something about that.
‘Well what’s the point in being a baron?’
Adam wasn’t sure there was much point at all. ‘It feels like a lot of responsibility.’
‘It is on your own.’
Oh. Yeah. Adam winced.
‘What?’
‘It’s been a really busy few weeks.’
‘I get it.’
‘Really really busy,’ Adam emphasised, determinedly getting his excuses in first.
‘Right?’
‘Like so busy it would be completely understandable if a man forgot to tell his best mate he’d got engaged?’
Ravi’s pint froze inches from his lips. ‘You got what?’
‘Engaged.’
‘Who to? Sorry mate. I didn’t even know you were going out with anyone.’
‘Yeah. That’s cos I wasn’t.’ Adam took a deep drag of beer. ‘So you remember I went off on that stag thing for Posh Harry?’
‘You’re an actual laird. You can’t call him that any more.’
Probably fair. ‘Fine. Well anyway when I was out there I met somebody and we got on and we got engaged.’
‘Well I kinda guessed there was someone from the eternally extended holiday.’
Adam nodded.
‘I didn’t realise you’d brought her home with you though.’ He frowned. ‘So you met what? Six, seven weeks ago?’
‘About that.’
‘Wow. I’ve seen you spend longer choosing border plants.’
That was true. Adam didn’t really know how to explain it. ‘When you know you know.’
Ravi nodded. ‘I guess you do. Come on then. Who is she? When do I meet her?’
