At that point, Sally and Phil arrived. Sally passed Phil’s cottage on her way down the lane from her little house to the farm and must have waited for him. He was dressed in jeans and a tight Tt-shirt and Laurie’s mouth went dry remembering the kisses they’d shared yesterday evening before Phil had left for home. They hadn’t gone further than that in the fortnight since their walk up to the pool. Laurie didn’t feel he had the stamina for it, quite frankly. But they were goodkisses.
Phil noticed him staring—perhaps the head of Laurie’s gaze had alerted him—and looked over. He smiled at Laurie and raised a hand, walking round the sheep hurdles to get to him. Sally waved, but didn’t follow him.