CHAPTER 28
“WHAT CAN I do to help?” Nick asked.
He looked totally out-of-place standing in the cramped living room of Tori and Paul’s three-bedroom duplex. Nick belonged on a calendar, not next to a half-size model of a Dalek made out of cardboard.
“Uh...” What should I say? It felt wrong to ask my boss to assist around the house.
“Lara, I’ll do whatever you need. Just tell me. You want me to help with the boys?”
“Okay, sure. That would be good. And could you feed Gordon?”
“Who’s Gordon?”
“Tori’s cockapoo.”
“Her what?”
“Her dog.”
The boys were already as smitten with Nick as I was. He’d carried Fin out to the car at the hospital, helping him to forget his troubles for a moment while he balanced him on his shoulders. They disappeared outside, leaving me to tidy up the house as bes
