‘WHERE ARE MY LOVELY girls?’
‘In here. You’re early. Are you not stopping?’
‘On the contrary. In for the evening. I could get to like this.’ Abra was in the middle of feeding Neeve, and he went and dropped a kiss on the baby’s head. The baby looked startled for a moment, as if she was going to start crying. But then she latched on again, and started sucking contentedly.
‘That’s my girl.’ He stood watching for a moment, then with a smile commented, ‘I could get to like half-naked ladies in my living room, too.’
‘Cheeky sod.’
‘Cheeky tea-making sod. I gather you’d like a cup?’
‘Yes, please. I’m gasping. I’ve been here half the afternoon feeding her.’
‘You’re only saying that to encourage me home early every evening.’
Abra gave an unladylike snort, and said, ‘Wanna bet? But seeing as
