Michael nodded. “I know. Well, I know now. He’s only ever called him Jay, not Jordan. But yeah…” He shook his head and let out a long breath. “Angus is… I love him. And Vee loves him, and we love him together. And I know that’s weird, and it’s not conventional, but bringing him into our marriage doesn’t detract from anything. It makes it better. It’s another dimension and another layer. I don’t expect you or anyone to understand, but you don’t have to. We don’t need permission and I won’t defend how I feel about him. I—”

I put my hand up to stop him or surrender, or both. “I would never ask you to. If you’ve brought a third person into your bed, then I’m glad it’s him. Angus is a great guy. How can anyone not like him?”

Michael’s grin was instantaneous. “I know, right?” He swallowed hard. “So? We’re cool?”

“Of course we are.”

“And dinner this weekend?”

“Looking forward to it. Jordan is already having a nervous breakdown,” I said with a laugh. “But he’ll be fine.”

“And things with you and him are all sorted?”

I nodded. “Yep. We’re good.”

“For what it’s worth, I’ve never you seen this happy.”

“Thanks.”

“And something to make you even happier, we’re signing off on Rob this week.”

“And I cannot fucking wait.”

“You’ve been the utmost professional.” He smirked. “Not that I expected anything else.”

I snorted. “Thanks.”

“And we’ve got two smaller contracts for immediate start,” he said. “So, if you want, I’ll do the handover with Rob so you don’t have to see him. I’ll be sure to remind him that you’ve moved on to bigger and better things.”

“Deal.”

“Oh, and Vee said you don’t need to bring anything this weekend. Just this new man of yours. We’ll take care of everything else.”

“Are you sure we don’t need to bring anything?” Jordan asked when he came out wearing the first outfit he’d had on. It was dark jeans and a blue-grey sweater that matched his eyes perfectly. “Not even wine or flowers, or chocolates, or something?”

“No, nothing.” I looked him up and down. “You look great, by the way.”

There was a knock at the door. “That will be Merry,” Jordan said.

I got up to get the door while Jordan put on his shoes. “Hey,” Merry said brightly when she saw it was me. “Oh, don’t you look dashing.”

“He always looks great,” Jordan mumbled from the living room. “And I look like a potato. They’re going to think Hennessy is dating a potato. They’ll probably stage an intervention—”

“Jordan, shut the fuck up,” Merry said, still smiling. “Or you’ll be a late potato.”

“Oh God, what’s the time?” he said, appearing somewhat panicked.