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“You’re good.”

“Never had one before.”

I had to lean back, look him in the eye.

“Youhave now. And I think you’re right. We’re good at this.”

“I think…” He rubbed his nose. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun. You and me.”

“Agreed.”

“What did you say about tennis?”

“I have no idea. No idea why I asked. Drawn a blank there.”

We sounded like we were signing a deal, agreeing on full legal representation for a future site. Madness.

“I think you’re really attractive. And perfect. And you make me feel good.”

“And I think…” He raised himself up on his elbow. “That I have missed out on a lot of things that I should have…perhaps explored in my youth.”

“Explore we can do.” I was starting to sound like Gun Larsen, using weird phrases. Next thing I’d be smoking cigars.

He laughed at that, pulling the duvet over us.

“We should go brush our teeth and all that.”

“Switch the bathroom light off.”

“Yes, but I can’t be bothered.”

He made me laugh.

But he was right. I reached over, turning the bedside light off as he held me tighter.

Tomorrow. A new day tomorrow.

Everything else could wait.

21. Stewart

“You didn’t sleep here,” my son commented after I’d traipsed up the stairs and walked through the door, thinking I was getting away with murder.

Obviously, I wasn’t.

“Walk of shame,” Gray commented, standing by the stove in his apron.Ehhr.Myapron. “Tea?”

“Yes, please,” I muttered, trying to shoot evil glances at them both, out of sight of the children, who were on the floor, their iPads balanced against the kitchen table legs.

Totally normal. I didn’t even question this slip in table manners, their breakfast plates still untouched on the table.

“Jasmine, please sit up and eat.”

“I don’t like eggs.”

“You love eggs. I scrambled them. No black bits.”

“I only like American eggs.”