Chapter 30

“Yeah, but I think we’re going to have to hire some security to keep the raving fans off Mark if things get any worse,” I said, smiling at my man.

“It could be like Tom Jones all over again,” Cliff said. “They might start throwing their knickers, or should I say underpants, at you while you’re on stage.”

Mark’s face reddened. “I think it’s time for bed.”

I smiled at his shyness. We said our good nights and I led my man upstairs.

* * * *

Mark and I were settled at home in front of the idiot box on Saturday night when Paul knocked on our door. After being invited inside, he told us he and Helen were just setting out for an Indian meal in town.

Helen had at last agreed to let Sam and Billy baby-sit Charlotte. Though she’d asked Mark and me if we would act as standbys, should the boys need help.

“You sure it’s okay?” Paul asked yet again.

“Go and enjoy yourselves. You two don’t get out much.”

Paul smiled, agreed, and thanked us once again before leaving.