Chapter 30

“You should come on up,” the other man said. “I know you’re probably cross as hell you can’t be on the shears, but they’re your sheep. You’re still in charge of the team.”

Laurie looked at him. Paul was unconcernedly stirring an obscene amount of sugar in to his tea. He was very carefully not meeting Laurie’s eyes.

“Paul?” Laurie said. “What’s going on?”

Paul shoved the final bit of his stolen toast in to his mouth and chewed it thoroughly. Then he swallowed and said, “You’re being really stupid, Laurie,” as he dived across the table to filch another bit off Laurie’s plate.

“Pardon?” Laurie said. “And stop it, I was going to eat that!”

“I’ll make you some more. You’ve got plenty left, anyway.” He took a defiant mouthful. “You’re being really stupid because you’re sat in here all day feeling sorry for yourself and thinking you’re useless. You’ve turned in to a bloody tortoise.”

Laurie stared at him.