CHAPTER 27
BACK IN NICK’S Porsche, I hugged the bag of clothes I’d packed on my lap as he took off for the airport. The way he was driving, it would be faster travelling to England by car.
“You’ve got everything you need?” he asked.
“I hope so.”
In truth, I had no idea. Probably I’d get to London and find I’d forgotten my clean socks and brought toothpaste but no toothbrush, but who cared? The only thing that mattered was getting to Tori.
How was she? Paul had barely told me anything. And the boys? Oh hell, what about the baby? How was the baby? She’d been so excited about having another little one. Last time we spoke, she was wishing for a girl because she’d been outnumbered by boys for years. Paul had said she was in surgery, but what for? A broken bone? Or something much worse?
As
