Miles just glared at her with all the venom he could muster. He didn't really know why he was so infuriated. He hadn't been prepared to see her at the pub that night, and he certainly hadn't been prepared to see her flirting with Cass, the sleazy little...
"Fine, yes, well in name, but he's a bit too bloody young to be running it, and I'm not about to let behaviour like that turn the customers away!"
His pointed finger was a mere inch away from her nose as he stared down at her. "Don't you dare accuse me of stopping you - I'm not your first husband! You can do what you damn well please, just don't do it on my bloody watch!" He wasn't going to have her come back and start accusing him of being like the last husband. He gave her a sneer. "I don't plan on ending up on the end of one of your poisonous cocktails!"
"Lettie and Margaret were here the last time we left them alone. I don' trust elves alone."