Howell’s eyes widened as she agreed – but money was never any object to these sorts – and as she handed him an address in France. A vineyard – that made sense, he supposed, for fertiliser – but that she had just conjured up a suitable vineyard from the top of her head might have had him gaping if he were less in control of his facial musculature.
“Of course,” he said feebly, nodding down at the place name. “Yours, ma’am, or...?” Or was she just continuing the prank her boys had played? Who knew.
“Of course,” he said feebly, nodding down at the place name. “Yours, ma’am, or...?” Or was she just continuing the prank her boys had played? Who knew.
