The little man grinned very softly through his eyes; I didn’t suppose he showed much emotion.
“If interested, I’ll be in touch.”
“Be in touch,” I told him.
He grunted, replaced his hat, bid us both a happy day, inquired about the whereabouts of the compost heap and was gone.
“I’ve never seen a Neanderthal in a suit before,” observed Landen.
“Never mind about Mr. Stiggins,” I said, reaching up to kiss him.
“I thought you’d finished with SpecOps?”
“No,” I replied with a smile. “In fact, I think I’m only just beginning! . . .”