"You really fucking owe me, Geoffrey," Owen said with a sigh, crossing one ankle over the other. He was lounging insolently on one a bench just outside The Glass Slipper, which was reason enough in itself for Geoffrey to owe him as many favors as he wanted. But to actually have to have dinner with whatever poor girl they'd decided to throw him together with?
Well, that was a debt that was going to take Montague years to repay.
"Caroline. You're looking as lovely as ever," he said slyly, taking Miss Derrick's hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. He was going to need beers with Bletchley after this just to get his masculinity back, though. Or maybe he'd just call on Demelza again. That had been one superb shag this afternoon (well, this afternoon, less than an hour ago, tomato, tomahto).