John woke up slowly and smiled. Rodney was curled up into his side, one leg thrown over his. John ran one hand up and down his lover’s back and tried not to let his touch wander.
“I can knit,” Beryl snapped as she purled her stitch and started a new row of her blanket.
“So, you can be civilized,” Harry heard as he sipped his coffee.
Harry looked up at his unexpected guest and suppressed a sigh and a bump of old, unwanted irritation. “And yet, you can’t. Interrupting a man’s lunch to butt in while being a smartarse,” he snapped out without thinking.
One of the things that Beryl liked least about being the boss was having to call meetings to pass on the directives from on high. But she was the one running the Housekeeping and Supply departments, so she had to call them when she had directives to pass on. For good or for bad. Thankfully, this was one that she was happy to cooperate with.