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to get the flowers from when I go to the market. You can’t imagine how stressful it is being me.’
With a droll raise of an eyebrow, he said, ‘As long as that’s all it is.’ He scraped the blade across his jaw. ‘If there was anything else, you’d tell me, wouldn’t you?’ he pressed.
Surprised, she said, ‘Of course I would. And I hope the same goes for you. Actually, that reminds me, have you had some kind of falling out with Grant? It looked pretty intense between you in the garden last night, and he didn’t seem his usual chatty self over dinner. So has something happened I should know about?’
Swilling his razor, he said, ‘He’s trying to get me involved in one of his crazy investment schemes, and I’m not biting.’
Since this wasn’t an unusual occurrence between the brothers, she let the subject drop and might have forgotten all about it had she not found Grant and Cara ready to leave when she went downstairs.
‘What are you doing? What’s happening?’ she demanded, spotting their bags next to the kitchen door. ‘You’re surely not rushing off already? You haven’t even had breakfast.’
‘Cara’s gran’s had a fall,’ Grant explained, coming to hug her. ‘Nothing serious. We just thought we ought to get ourselves over there pronto.’
‘Of course,’ Lainey agreed. ‘Gosh, I hope she’s all right.’
‘I’m sure she’ll be fine,’ Cara said, checking her phone. ‘Lucky we’re close by.’
Wondering if Cara was deliberately avoiding her eyes, Lainey tried to think what to say. Something wasn’t feeling right about this, but how to put it into words without sounding offensive? ‘Aren’t you going to wait and say goodbye to Tom?’ she asked, as Grant picked up the bags and started out to the car.
‘I’ll call him,’ Grant replied, not looking back.
Cara held out her arms. ‘I’m really sorry to miss the farmers’ market,’ she said, hugging her. ‘I was looking forward to it.’
‘There’ll be other times,’ Lainey assured her.
Cara smiled. ‘Of course.’ Now she was meeting Lainey’s eyes in a way that felt oddly disturbing. ‘Call me if you need anything, won’t you?’ she said kindly.
Puzzled, Lainey said, ‘Likewise. And don’t forget to let me know how your gran is.’
‘Cara, are you coming?’ Grant called out.
‘Better go,’ she said to Lainey, and with another quick squeeze she hurried off to the car.
Minutes after they’d driven away Tom came into the kitchen wearing a tracksuit and trainers, ready to go to football with Zav. ‘Did I hear someone arriving?’ he asked, taking a pitcher of orange juice from the fridge.
‘Actually, it was Grant and Cara leaving,’ Lainey told him. ‘Apparently her grandmother’s had a fall.’
Tom’s hand paused in mid-air, but he said nothing, simply continued to pour.
‘What’s going on?’ Lainey asked. ‘Something’s . . .’
‘Just leave it,’ he murmured. ‘He’ll get over it. Now where’s Zav? Is he up yet?’
Since she didn’t want to get into an argument when Zav and Tierney were likely to descend at any minute, she simply said, ‘I haven’t seen him, but . . .’
‘I’ll go and get him.’
He was only as far as the door before Zav came skidding along the hall straight into him. ‘Hey Dad. Great, you’re up. Are we having pancakes for breakfast? You said last night we could.’
‘Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten,’ Tom promised, ruffling his son’s already ruffled hair. ‘Going to give me a hand?’
‘Sure am. Mum, have we got any eggs, or shall I ride my bike down to the farm shop and get some?’
‘There are plenty in the basket,’ Lainey told him, putting a pan next to the Aga. ‘If you’re going to toss them try not to let them land on your head, OK?’
Zav shouted with laughter. ‘That’s what I did last time,’ he cried delightedly, as if his parents didn’t already know. ‘I’m rubbish at catching them, but Tierney’s worse. How
With a droll raise of an eyebrow, he said, ‘As long as that’s all it is.’ He scraped the blade across his jaw. ‘If there was anything else, you’d tell me, wouldn’t you?’ he pressed.
Surprised, she said, ‘Of course I would. And I hope the same goes for you. Actually, that reminds me, have you had some kind of falling out with Grant? It looked pretty intense between you in the garden last night, and he didn’t seem his usual chatty self over dinner. So has something happened I should know about?’
Swilling his razor, he said, ‘He’s trying to get me involved in one of his crazy investment schemes, and I’m not biting.’
Since this wasn’t an unusual occurrence between the brothers, she let the subject drop and might have forgotten all about it had she not found Grant and Cara ready to leave when she went downstairs.
‘What are you doing? What’s happening?’ she demanded, spotting their bags next to the kitchen door. ‘You’re surely not rushing off already? You haven’t even had breakfast.’
‘Cara’s gran’s had a fall,’ Grant explained, coming to hug her. ‘Nothing serious. We just thought we ought to get ourselves over there pronto.’
‘Of course,’ Lainey agreed. ‘Gosh, I hope she’s all right.’
‘I’m sure she’ll be fine,’ Cara said, checking her phone. ‘Lucky we’re close by.’
Wondering if Cara was deliberately avoiding her eyes, Lainey tried to think what to say. Something wasn’t feeling right about this, but how to put it into words without sounding offensive? ‘Aren’t you going to wait and say goodbye to Tom?’ she asked, as Grant picked up the bags and started out to the car.
‘I’ll call him,’ Grant replied, not looking back.
Cara held out her arms. ‘I’m really sorry to miss the farmers’ market,’ she said, hugging her. ‘I was looking forward to it.’
‘There’ll be other times,’ Lainey assured her.
Cara smiled. ‘Of course.’ Now she was meeting Lainey’s eyes in a way that felt oddly disturbing. ‘Call me if you need anything, won’t you?’ she said kindly.
Puzzled, Lainey said, ‘Likewise. And don’t forget to let me know how your gran is.’
‘Cara, are you coming?’ Grant called out.
‘Better go,’ she said to Lainey, and with another quick squeeze she hurried off to the car.
Minutes after they’d driven away Tom came into the kitchen wearing a tracksuit and trainers, ready to go to football with Zav. ‘Did I hear someone arriving?’ he asked, taking a pitcher of orange juice from the fridge.
‘Actually, it was Grant and Cara leaving,’ Lainey told him. ‘Apparently her grandmother’s had a fall.’
Tom’s hand paused in mid-air, but he said nothing, simply continued to pour.
‘What’s going on?’ Lainey asked. ‘Something’s . . .’
‘Just leave it,’ he murmured. ‘He’ll get over it. Now where’s Zav? Is he up yet?’
Since she didn’t want to get into an argument when Zav and Tierney were likely to descend at any minute, she simply said, ‘I haven’t seen him, but . . .’
‘I’ll go and get him.’
He was only as far as the door before Zav came skidding along the hall straight into him. ‘Hey Dad. Great, you’re up. Are we having pancakes for breakfast? You said last night we could.’
‘Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten,’ Tom promised, ruffling his son’s already ruffled hair. ‘Going to give me a hand?’
‘Sure am. Mum, have we got any eggs, or shall I ride my bike down to the farm shop and get some?’
‘There are plenty in the basket,’ Lainey told him, putting a pan next to the Aga. ‘If you’re going to toss them try not to let them land on your head, OK?’
Zav shouted with laughter. ‘That’s what I did last time,’ he cried delightedly, as if his parents didn’t already know. ‘I’m rubbish at catching them, but Tierney’s worse. How
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