You know it’s that time of the week again when you get a little something from the following chapter…
“…He rests his forehead against mine, shaking his head as he does. On a resigned sigh he relents, “Ask if you must Mrs Grey but think about it carefully. This is not up for discussion. Don’t mistake my acquiescence for willingness. If I don’t like the question there’ll be no answer.”
I swallow reflexively, more than a little intimidated by the appearance of the tone he usually reserves for business dealings, and I don’t mean the fun ones. “I want to know if it was meant to be one of the products that you were going to release for free.”
His smirk tells me that it was but he doesn’t actually confirm it. I gasp at his audacity. You don’t get much bolder than that – making money from a situation that was meant to bring him down in every way possible. It’s my turn to shake my head, admiration and apprehension coexisting in equal parts – if that’s the case we might still be at risk…”
On a lighter note… I just had to share this:
For those of you that don’t know, we stay in a relatively small town and our local paper is known for it’s salacious, overblown headlines as nothing much goes on here in the way of big news. However, that’s never stopped the paper from printing front pages that make you gasp, sometimes in shock, sometimes in horror, but I have to say today’s took the prize for me! Mercifully the crime here is mostly petty but why-oh-why would you do this?
You gotta’ wonder what the market for second hand toys are like…. 😉