Howell knew how to act around testy dragons, knew when to back off and run like hell and when to hold his ground. She didn’t even breathe fire. So he could bloody well do this.
And he could, because he unfolded the piece of parchment like it was his trump card, and handed her the order form with a raised eyebrow. “Mrs. Lucille Hutton,” he echoed, tapping the name of the delivery recipient – her – and the next column along wherein this address was inked. “Deposit’s already been paid, too,” he explained slowly, in case this, too, was news to her. Well, he didn’t know what fancy households like these did with their money.
Chin a fraction higher, he tapped another line of the form with the due payment. “We’re owed the other half on delivery. Ma’am.” The mix-up had not been on his end, thank you.
And he could, because he unfolded the piece of parchment like it was his trump card, and handed her the order form with a raised eyebrow. “Mrs. Lucille Hutton,” he echoed, tapping the name of the delivery recipient – her – and the next column along wherein this address was inked. “Deposit’s already been paid, too,” he explained slowly, in case this, too, was news to her. Well, he didn’t know what fancy households like these did with their money.
Chin a fraction higher, he tapped another line of the form with the due payment. “We’re owed the other half on delivery. Ma’am.” The mix-up had not been on his end, thank you.
