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Joshua’s way to see how stunned he was. Cautiously she lowered her eyelids and glanced at Stewart. Stewart returned her glance, lifting his eyebrows slightly as if to say “What the hel ?”
“Kyle,” Mrs Dawson admonished sternly. Al three of them turned their attention to her as she told him off. “How many times have I told you not to wear your iPod when we have company, you have no idea you’re shouting with that thing blasting in your ears.”
Hol y stared in amazement. She’d thought Kyle was going to be told off about what he’d said, not his volume. Kyle removed one earpiece and made a big deal of it for his mother’s benefit, but Hol y noticed that he left the other one in place.
Mr Dawson, who was stil hovering nearby, winked at Hol y. “You’ve dispel ed that rumour, Hol y. Although I have to confess that when the three of you turned up together it reminded me of your Uncle Ted.”
Mr Dawson directed the latter part of his comment to Joshua, and chortled loudly. Hol y could tel Joshua didn’t have a clue what his old man was on about. What did he mean?
“What was it you cal ed it?” Mr Dawson asked his wife, as he continued to top up wine glasses around the room. “A polyamorous marriage?”
“No, that’s not right.” Apparently unfazed by the turn of the discussion, his wife shook her head. “Your brother had one of those open marriages, which basical y meant if they wanted to, they could…you know,” her eyebrows went up and her eyes rounded, “invite an extra person home, if you get my drift.”
“That was it,” Mr Dawson said. “Maybe we should have tried that, my love.”
Mrs Dawson reached out from her armchair and gave him a sound slap on the arse as he passed, but her cheeks were pink and she was chuckling at the idea of it.
Once again, Hol y didn’t need to look at Joshua. The poor man was slumped back in the sofa, one hand to his temple, the other lifting his wine glass so that he could swig from it in an attempt to numb the confusion. When she glanced at Stewart, she had to turn away quite quickly, because Stewart looked as if he was about to laugh aloud. If he got started, so would she.
“These three don’t look like Ted and his wife. They always had someone different tagging along, sometimes two.” She rol ed her eyes. “These three look more like a…watchamacal it…a threesome.” Mrs Dawson rocked back in her chair, high heels lifting from the floor, giggling heartily.
They think we look like a threesome . Hol y stared into the room beyond to distract herself. It was a conservatory, and Donna and the friend who had been introduced as the bridesmaid were doing some kind of exotic dance demonstration that involved a lot of hip wiggling and laughter. It al added to the dreamlike quality of the moment.
“I can see the wine was flowing long before we arrived, Mother,” Joshua declared, somewhat bitterly.
“Oh, you’re far too serious about things, my boy,” she replied. “Always were. Where’s your sense of humour?”
“Where indeed,” Stewart muttered under his breath, covered his mouth with his hand and laughed into it.
Mr Dawson nodded sagely, as if his wife had made a good point.
Hol y dared not say a thing, because her stomach was tight with withheld laughter and poor old Josh was in an entirely different mood altogether.
They were here to support him, but under the rather surreal circumstances that was virtual y impossible.
Chapter Seven
“I’m so sorry about this,” Joshua stated, staring across the double bed at Hol y.
Hol y gave him a comforting smile. “Don’t worry about it!”
The bed had been made up for the pair of them, and Josh’s mother had only just left them alone in the room, after fluffing the pil ows and arranging a heart-shaped cushion on top—an item that made Joshua frown heavily.
“I had no idea she was expecting us to stay,” he added, “and she was so insistent there didn’t seem to be any way out of
“Kyle,” Mrs Dawson admonished sternly. Al three of them turned their attention to her as she told him off. “How many times have I told you not to wear your iPod when we have company, you have no idea you’re shouting with that thing blasting in your ears.”
Hol y stared in amazement. She’d thought Kyle was going to be told off about what he’d said, not his volume. Kyle removed one earpiece and made a big deal of it for his mother’s benefit, but Hol y noticed that he left the other one in place.
Mr Dawson, who was stil hovering nearby, winked at Hol y. “You’ve dispel ed that rumour, Hol y. Although I have to confess that when the three of you turned up together it reminded me of your Uncle Ted.”
Mr Dawson directed the latter part of his comment to Joshua, and chortled loudly. Hol y could tel Joshua didn’t have a clue what his old man was on about. What did he mean?
“What was it you cal ed it?” Mr Dawson asked his wife, as he continued to top up wine glasses around the room. “A polyamorous marriage?”
“No, that’s not right.” Apparently unfazed by the turn of the discussion, his wife shook her head. “Your brother had one of those open marriages, which basical y meant if they wanted to, they could…you know,” her eyebrows went up and her eyes rounded, “invite an extra person home, if you get my drift.”
“That was it,” Mr Dawson said. “Maybe we should have tried that, my love.”
Mrs Dawson reached out from her armchair and gave him a sound slap on the arse as he passed, but her cheeks were pink and she was chuckling at the idea of it.
Once again, Hol y didn’t need to look at Joshua. The poor man was slumped back in the sofa, one hand to his temple, the other lifting his wine glass so that he could swig from it in an attempt to numb the confusion. When she glanced at Stewart, she had to turn away quite quickly, because Stewart looked as if he was about to laugh aloud. If he got started, so would she.
“These three don’t look like Ted and his wife. They always had someone different tagging along, sometimes two.” She rol ed her eyes. “These three look more like a…watchamacal it…a threesome.” Mrs Dawson rocked back in her chair, high heels lifting from the floor, giggling heartily.
They think we look like a threesome . Hol y stared into the room beyond to distract herself. It was a conservatory, and Donna and the friend who had been introduced as the bridesmaid were doing some kind of exotic dance demonstration that involved a lot of hip wiggling and laughter. It al added to the dreamlike quality of the moment.
“I can see the wine was flowing long before we arrived, Mother,” Joshua declared, somewhat bitterly.
“Oh, you’re far too serious about things, my boy,” she replied. “Always were. Where’s your sense of humour?”
“Where indeed,” Stewart muttered under his breath, covered his mouth with his hand and laughed into it.
Mr Dawson nodded sagely, as if his wife had made a good point.
Hol y dared not say a thing, because her stomach was tight with withheld laughter and poor old Josh was in an entirely different mood altogether.
They were here to support him, but under the rather surreal circumstances that was virtual y impossible.
Chapter Seven
“I’m so sorry about this,” Joshua stated, staring across the double bed at Hol y.
Hol y gave him a comforting smile. “Don’t worry about it!”
The bed had been made up for the pair of them, and Josh’s mother had only just left them alone in the room, after fluffing the pil ows and arranging a heart-shaped cushion on top—an item that made Joshua frown heavily.
“I had no idea she was expecting us to stay,” he added, “and she was so insistent there didn’t seem to be any way out of
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