Chapter 11

“I thought you lived in London.”

“Do now.”Luke put his mug in the sink and turned on the tap.Over his shoulder he said,“But I grew up on a farm in southeast Wales.”

“So that’s where you got your last name from?”Craig asked,once Luke had shut off the water.

“Uh huh.”Luke yawned.“Now I’m off to bed.”

“Want some company?”Craig stood and smiled nervously.

Luke thought it wise to nip things in the bud.Placing his hands on Craig’s shoulders,he looked up into the boy’s green eyes.“Look,Craig.You’re a great kid—”

“I’m not a kid,I’m sixteen.”

“Yes,and too young for me.As I said,you’re great,and if we were closer to the same age,then…”Luke left the sentence unfinished.In truth he wasn’t attracted to Craig’s sort,thin,bony and gangly.Like Roger,you mean,a small voice told him.“I’m sure,in a few yearsthe right man will come along.If you both work at it,the pair of you could make a go of it.”

“So,do you fancy Uncle Andy,then?”