Chapter 5

“What time did Tom and Cliff say they were coming?” Mark asked, releasing me and sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Sometime after lunch I think. Why?” I hoped he wasn’t creasing the duvet cover.

“I want to go down to the pet shop and buy Noel some toys, proper feeding bowls and the like.”

“Okay.” I readily agreed because the supermarket was just down the street from the pet shop and I’d be able to get more bacon. I should probably pick up another packet of sausages, too. Does Tom prefer pork or beef? Should I ring them up and ask?

“Stop it,” Mark said, reaching out to take my hand.

I smiled and let out a breath. “Sorry.”

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As the weather was still quite mild, we decided to walk. It would help to burn off some of the calories we’d been piling on over Christmas, too.

“Aw, isn’t that cute?” Mark pointed to a furry, igloo-type bed. “That would keep him nice and snug.”