Chapter 18

“Want to christen it?” Mark waggled his eyebrows.

“Should we?”

“Would your Gran object?”

We thought for a moment then burst out laughing and helped each other out of our clothes.

* * * *

The next day was a Saturday, and one of Mark’s weekends off. We’d just finished breakfast when we heard someone knocking on the front door. Mark went to answer.

“Come in.”

“Just thought I’d pop round,” Sam said as he and Mark entered the kitchen.

“Want a cuppa?” I stood. I’d bought teabags especially for Sam and any other visitor who didn’t like coffee.

“It’s okay thanks, just had one at home.”

“How’s home at the moment?” Mark asked. “Still getting along with your baby sister?”

“She’s okay, I suppose.” Sam examined his shoes momentarily, then looked up and said, “I know my dad has finished the new bedroom, and I saw a bed being delivered here yesterday. I wondered if I could go and have a look?”

“Ah, so that’s the real reason for you coming round,” I teased.