Chapter 10

“Anyone for Christmas pudding?” Avril asked, getting to her feet.

Her question was met with groans and three men rubbing their distended bellies.

Colin was about as full as he could ever remember, but he loved his mother’s Christmas pudding, and this would be the last time he’d get to taste it in a while, so he said he’d have some. “Just a bit, though.”

This brought a genuine smile from Avril. “Martin has the recipe, so he’ll be able to make it for you next year.”

Colin groaned. He remembered the meal Nance, Matt’s housekeeper and Bruce’s mother, had made for them. Nance was a wonderful cook, maybe not as wonderful as his mother, but such a heavy meal on one of the hottest days of the year had been too much. Colin had been uncomfortable for several hours afterward.