For the smallest of moments, I think Charlotte is going to launch herself at Marcie, but then Michaelâs hand is on her arm, his knuckles white.
Michaelâs voice is cool. âYou have a big mouth, Marcie. Iâm not going to tell James you said that. If you donât care for him, then fair enough; I know he can be abrasive sometimes. But donât talk about what you donât know. Before you go opening your mouth at random again, you might try finding out a few facts; such as how did James come by his limp?â
Marcieâs face is sour and pale. She stares back at him but doesnât speak.
Time to show my colours. Letâs wave the flag for themâ¦.
âMichael, how did James get his limp?â I ask.
In fact, Iâm genuinely interested. James Alexanders does not seem like the kind of man to get involved in a street brawl.
Michaelâs eyes meet mine for a moment. So do Charlotteâs. They both know what I just did.
âHe was shot,â says Michael. âA man was trying to murder Charlotte, but James shielded her with his body and took the bullet for her.â
Marcieâs eyes widen. I think mine do as well.
âWow!â I say. âA real hero.â
âYes,â says Michael, âa hero.â
âYeahâ¦.â slurs Steve, his tone sarcastic. âA real heroâ¦.â
Charlotte breaks in, her tone acid. âHave you done anything heroic recently, Steve?â
âApart from getting punched unconscious by Charlotte hereâ¦â finishes Michael. Steve blanches and finallyâ¦.
â¦. finallyâ¦.
â¦. staggers away into the crowd.
Marcie is gaping, but Michael has not finished. He continues. âTell me, Marcie. Do you think youâre ever going to have someone who will volunteer to take a bullet for you?â
She flushes and looks down. âYou donât like me much do you, Michael?â
âNot much, no.â
âWhy not?â
âWell, letâs seeâ¦. So far, youâve offended me, upset my wife, and you just insulted my best friend.
Howâs that for starters? Now, go away and donât bother us again, Marcie. I donât care for your company.â
And she leaves, following Steve.
Iâm impressed by Michaelâs style. Slimy Steve and Marcie the Mouth, both seen off in one smooth movement.
He didnât seem the typeâ¦
âYou donât pull any punches, do you?â
Michael is tight-lipped. âShe just insulted both my wife and my best friend. I saw no reason to be polite.â
Then that easy smile of his is back. âI donât think youâre going to have any more trouble with Steve this evening, Kirstie,â says Michael. He pushes my chin up with a finger. âYou look better without your jaw hung open,â he remarks.
Embarrassed, I realise that I too was agape at Michaelâs performance. Steve is sitting at the far side of the room, his face sullen.
âHe looks like a sulky kid,â I comment.
Michaelâs eyes slide sideways to me. âYou mean the kind of kid whoâs discovered that all the chocolate chip cookies are on too high a shelf?â
Despite myself, I have to smile. âYeah, thatâs the oneâ¦. Is all that true? About James?â I ask.
âEvery word.â
Charlotte is nodding enthusiastically.
âA gunman was after Charlotte? You were there?â
âI was, yes. I tried to stop the shot, but I couldnât move fast enough to get the gun from him. I only managed to knock off his aim. James didnât even hesitate. He simply put himself between Charlotte and the gun. He nearly died, and I think heâs always going to have that limp.â
âWow! Andâ¦. Charlotte punched Steve? Thatâs true too?â
Now Michael laughs. âYup. The pushy bastard wouldnât take a hint and leave her alone. She swings a punch youâd be happy to see from any professional; all but knocked him out cold. She certainly made a mess of his nose. In fact, you saw an example of it with Ben didnât youâ¦.â
I laugh. âSounds good to me. Who taught you to box?â I ask.
âMy ex-husband,â says Charlotte, smiling into her glass.
Ex-husbandâ¦.?
Michaelâs head swivels. âYou never mentioned that?â
âDidnât I? thought I had. I never said I didnât like Chad. It just didnât work as a marriage. Iâd be happy to be his friend again.â
Michael looks away but seems unsettled. His gaze alights on my choker and his eyes crinkle. âWhoâs the lucky man?â
âUm, I donât think youâll have met him. Heâs new to all this.â
âPerhaps youâll introduce us then? I assume thatâs who youâre waiting for?â
âYes, it is, and yes, Iâd like that.â
James arrives. âHello, Kirstie. I didnât know you were here.â He looks genuinely pleased to see me.
âHello, Mr Alexandersâ¦.â
âKirstie, we discussed this before. Weâre not at work now. Itâs Jamesâ¦.â
âHello, James. Michael here was just telling me how you saved Charlotteâs lifeâ¦.â
His eyes roll sideways. âI thought we agreed not to advertise thatâ¦.â he mutters.
Michaelâs grin is unrepentant. âWe agreed not to advertise it unnecessarily. Sometimes it is appropriate.â
âLike when?â
âLike when Marcie gets disparaging about my best friend and risks my wife punching her teeth out.â
James frowns. âHave I missed something?â
Iâm saved from answering. Ryan appears at the door.
âHeâs here then?â says Michael.
âSorry?â
âNo woman smiles like that at the arrival of a random stranger.â His words are calm, but his eyes are smiling.
I blush.
Oh, God. I just blew off your brotherâ¦.
âKirstie, itâs alright.â He touches my hand; the briefest of glancing touches. âBenâs a good man, even if it doesnât look that way to you right now. But heâs not the right man for you.â
Thereâs a lump in my throat.