“Thanks, Gary, you’re looking well. Australia must agree with you.” I lean in and receive my half hug, something all his friends do. And pull back when he aims a little close to the corner of my mouth with a second kiss, a hand on my hip with a little too firm a grip. It gives me the sudden recoiling urge, and I glance at him warily, tensing my hand in Arry’s.

“You look about ten years older than the last time I saw you; fuck me, you’re hot as hell.” He moves back with ...