Chapter 2
Before Christmas, we’d arranged for our friends Tom and Cliff to spend a few days around New Year with us. So we spent the rest of the morning getting the loft bedroom ready for their arrival.
“The bed won’t be long enough for Tom,” I told Mark as we changed the sheets.
Tom was both tall and broad. Cliff, on the other hand, was a fairly small man. They made for an odd pair, but there was no denying the love each had for the other.
Mark smoothed down the sheet on his side. “I’m sure it isn’t the first standard-sized double bed he’s had to sleep in.”
I nodded, just wanting everything to go off okay. We didn’t get that many visitors. I had had even fewer before Mark had come into my life. I knew I was worrying unnecessarily, but even accepting that didn’t stop me. I was the ki
