Will turns to me. “Beth, while it’s just you and me, there’s something I’d like to say to you.”
“Oh?” I wasn’t expecting one of those conversations. I take shelter with my wineglass, giving my hands and mouth something to do. “What’s that then?”
He gives a half-smile. Perhaps he expected my reaction…
A knack for reading people?
You don’t become police commissioner without it…
Will continues, “Old friends and, I’ll admit, shameless intrigue aside, I really did want the chance to talk to you properly.”
I feel my face pinking up. “I was in a bit of a whirl actually. At the wedding, I mean. I kept trying to talk with people, but…”