“Yeah, mate, that’s what we say, but no, you weren’t being a sticky beak. It’s just…” Matt sighed.
“Sorry, Uncle Matt, it’s obviously none of our business,” Colin said.
The three drove in silence for a few minutes before Matt admitted, “I didn’t tell him.”
“Bruce?” Colin asked.
Matt nodded. “I chickened out.”
“Know what you mean.” Martin sighed. “I fancied Colin for ages before I dared to say anything. I thought it was better to stick with what I had, Colin as a sort of friend, delivering my groceries every week, rather than risk asking for more and probably being disappointed.”
Matt sighed. “Yeah.”
They soon pulled up outside a nondescript-looking motel.
“Jesus,” Colin said.
“What?” Martin asked.
“The name of this place,” Colin continued.
“I know, but the tourists love this sort of crap.”
“What!” Martin repeated.