But Sonder only smiled. “Kelleher is an arse of the highest order. Next round is on me. I’ll tell them at the bar top.” Cheers went up around the table, all except for Gibbs, who found his Guinness particularly interesting, and Atta, who couldn’t stop staring at Sonder’s lips. Judging by the smirk tilting them, he fucking knew it, too.
