Masters And Lovers 1-4 novel Chapter 143

Driving back through the snow and the rapidly falling darkness, Elizabeth is very quiet. I drop a hand to her knee. “You're thinking very loudly, my Love.”

She drops her hand to mine, squeezing a little. “I was thinking what a different side we're seeing of James.”

Hmmm...

Marlene?

“Perhaps he's simply letting down the barriers after years of keeping them raised? I think the failure of his first marriage left him very bitter.”

Elizabeth shoots doubt at me. “His first marriage?”

“You think he isn't married now? In every way that means anything…”

There is a long pause, then, “Yes, of course he is. His devotion to Charlotte… and her to him… are so obvious. I just wonder how Charlotte manages. I mean… she has the two of them. Michael is lovely but James…”

“What about James? I thought you liked him.”

“Oh, I do like him. Really, I do. It’s just…” she wriggles fingers. “He would be a bit much for me. He…. he still makes me nervous.”

“James is a good man, my Love. He's proved that. He made the ultimate sacrifice. And both Charlotte and Michael know that.”

*****

James

I push a tumbler into Michael’s hand. He sniffs. “Smells good. What is it?”

“That bourbon that Richard and Beth gave you.”

He examines the glass, looking a bit miffed. “So, you opened my Christmas present?”

“You would have shared it with me, wouldn’t you?”

“Well, yes, of course.”

“So, what’s the difference?”

Argue with that if you can….

He frowns at me from under his brows, then shrugs with an air of ‘Fuck it’.

Move on….

I tip my glass to him. “You certainly scored full points with your Christmas gift for Charlotte; giving her that address. I take my hat off to you for keeping it under wraps like that.”

He sips, then swishes around his mouth, before raising eyebrows and looking at the glass. Then, “It wasn’t just to be as a surprise for Charlotte,” he says. “I kept quiet because the address isn’t the only thing I found.” He pauses to be sure he has my attention….

He has.

Now what?

“…. I wasn’t sure what to do about it and I didn’t want to raise the subject, with it being so close to Christmas.” He tilts his glass at me. “I wanted Charlotte to have a good Christmas too.” He sips again then, “And for that matter, you too.”

I blink back a sudden surge of emotion….

“So…” I swallow the sentiment back, letting the bourbon wash it down….

… but not away…

“… what else did you find?”

Michael takes another sip, Mmmms appreciatively, then stands, reaching for his jacket. From a pocket, he takes his wallet, extracts something, passes it to me.

A photograph.