Chapter 5
“You’re in for a treat tonight," Sam said, coming through the door after Tom had driven them back from Tim’s house. “It’s a bit old-fashioned for me and Billy, but you oldies should love it.”
“Watch it,” I warned, reaching to cuff him around the ear.
Sam smiled and easily dodged my hand.
“I hope he won’t sing the song he did at the karaoke in Menorca,” I said, touching my ring and remembering the evening Mark had sung “Younger than Springtime” and later proposed to me on the beach.
“They didn’t practise it,” Sam said.
“No, but then they wouldn’t need to as they’ve performed it before,” I said, knowing I wasn’t necessarily out of the woods. If Mark sang that song I was likely to very publicly lose it. Knowing I needed to toughen up, I put on my parenting hat. “Don’t forget
