Bryansmiled at Phiz. “Phiz
doesn’t lie well. There’s had to be a certain amount of firm supervision, in
order to keep the secret.”
Phiz closed his
eyes with an expression that was surely bliss, rather than resentment.
“It’s…” Patrick
was speechless. His gaze roamed again around the room, taking in the colours,
the glamour, the party accessories. He’d barely touched the beer they’d pressed
into his hand: he was still on his first bottle.
“Take your
time,” Bryan said quietly. “We’ll all be around to help you this weekend. We’re
looking forward to the re-opening almost as much as you are.” He squeezed
Patrick’s shoulder. “This has been a home from home for us, Patrick. We’ve been
made so welcome here. You deserve this modest celebration.”
Modest?Patrick didn’t think so,
but it was awesome all the same. “Not just me,” he said, not to anyone in
particular. “It’s not just me who’s made people welcome.”
That was when he