Eliot, who was sipping from his cup, almost spluttered tea over the tabletop's polished surface, a look of horror on his face.
George grinned, then winked. "Gotcha."
"George!" Laura reprimanded him.
"I'm only joking, Eliot. I knew the value of them, and I'd never have defaced such images."
His hand shaking, Eliot put his...