“I can just see that a lot of lives are going to be upturned by the promise of this potion and there’s a chance it might not even deliver.” She kept her tongue silent when he spoke of his parents, knowing that to speak out of place wouldn’t be fair. He was trusting her by even mentioning them and if her hand clasped his a little tighter then it was still unspoken. The only people who had the right to diss family were family. Penny knew that rule well enough to leave it alone.
“What? I’d use them to plaster over a crack on the garden, Mr. Warrington. Whatever could you imagine I’d use them for?” An innocent look that he’d see right through, a grin as she ducked her head and hid behind her hair for just a moment. He didn’t laugh nearly often enough for her liking. It was a sound she enjoyed and had missed when he’d been in Spain; perhaps now he was back she could hear it more. But only in snatched meetings like this; a friendship rescued from the ashes of a very nearly one night stand that could have cost her his friendship. Penny told herself that it wasn’t worth the risk. That it somehow was easier to go with the flow of flirting, the banter going back and forth between them as they had their conversations on multiple levels.
It was a bad idea. A very very bad idea. “I’d offer the same for any of my friends Clint. You know that.” As if she could scrape only the top level of their friendship off and not examine the deeper tension flickering between them. “But still,” a tight little smile as the brunette reached for her cup once more. “The townhouse would be fantastic. Planning a lot of parties?”