He would make sure of that final step in a little while.
"Miles, I've come to apologize for acting like a damned fool. I don't know what else to say, except that if you and Carol will forgive me I'll do anything to make up for it."
Bert blurted the words out as he stood inside the doorway of Miles Berendt's apartment staring bravely at Miles and Carol, guilt and contrition on his face.
"I won't blame you if you kick me out, but I'm sorry, and I'd like to toast your engagement and wish you both the best...."
It was Carol who came around Miles and took Bert Tanner's hand firmly in hers.
"Oh, Bert, I knew you would come! I'm so happy—Miles is too, aren't you darling?"
Miles looked for a long moment at Bert's chastened face. Then he grinned and clasped his partner's hand. "Of course! Bert, you sure had me worried for awhile. I couldn't figure it out—but hell, man, I know the strain you've been under worrying about the Deimos contract and the Viking. Come on in. By God we'll have a real party now!"
Bert grinned and returned the firm handclasp.
He walked over to an easy chair and sat down, Miles quickly mixing a drink for him. Bert laughed.