Page 12 of Love Will Save the Day
I lift my chin. ‘I get results, though.’
I glance over at Auguste who is guzzling madly from his water bottle, eyes bright and hair stuck to his forehead.
‘How do you feel, Auguste?’ I ask.
‘I am perspiring furiously,’ he says, deadpan.
I giggle. ‘Perspiring furiously, eh? That’s my aim. Good job.’
Then as Henry heads over to the kitchen to fill up his water bottle Auguste says, ‘Henry is right. You are very good at your job. I will ache tonight.’
I smile in surprise. ‘Thanks, Auguste. We’ve stretched out so you shouldn’t be too bad but Epsom salts in the bath are always a good thing.’
Auguste nods and then looks down at his watch with a frown. ‘Must shower,’ he says before dashing up the stairs to his own room.
‘Can I make you breakfast?’ Henry calls from the kitchen. ‘How does smashed avocado on toast with truffle scrambled eggs sound?’
I beam. ‘That sounds like absolute perfection.’
