Chapter 64

“Now there’s an invite if I ever heard one.”

“Maybe.”

Judging by the clattering in the airing cupboard and then in Anton’s room, though, Kerry had won and was putting out the camp bed.

“Just so we’re clear,” Jude said conversationally as Molly tired of their laziness and brought back one of her toys like a dog playing fetch, “what do you want out of me staying the night?”

Anton flushed. “Uh.”

“I mean, am I staying on the camp bed and it’s all hands-off, clothes-on, leaving-a-light-on type stuff, or…?”

Jude trailed off. Anton bit his lip. “I’d…like some ‘or.’”

“Like?”

“Like…” he glanced towards the open living room door, and leaned closer. “Like you not staying on the camp bed.”

“I am not sleeping on your floor, man, that’s harsh.”

Anton laughed, the anxiety popping like a bubble, and shoved Jude in the shoulder. “Arse.”

“What, you want my arse? We talked about my arse.”