Chapter 8

“Hi, Calvin. It’s Paul. I’d love to come for dinner. What time?”

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Calvin’s house was beautiful. White walls with curved terracotta tiles created the look of a Spanish villa. There was a large wooden front door with metal brackets, and on the inside, the house was spacious and uncluttered. There was no hint of anything Spanish in the décor. All the furniture was modern and beautifully designed in black, white, and grey, with splashes of red here and there for dramatic effect.

“It’s very impressive,” said Paul.

Calvin led him through to the kitchen where the colour scheme continued but for the addition of stainless steel and frosted glass.

“I’m glad you like it,” said Calvin. “Can I get you a drink? A beer? Wine?”

“I’ll have a white wine if you’ve got one. It doesn’t go down so quickly and easily as beer.”

Calvin went to the large double-doored fridge and took out a chilled bottle of Chardonnay.

“How’s this?” he asked, holding up the bottle.