“Are we there yet?” Craig asked again.
Andy was forced to smile. “We’re half an hour closer than the last time you asked.”
“Good, ‘cause I need the bog.”
“I can stop on the hard shoulder and hold you out of the van while you wee.” He still had an arm over Luke’s shoulder, and gave him a squeeze. “I used to do that for him when he was a nipper.”
“Piss off,” Craig said, causing the other two to laugh.
Chapter 11
Luke wasn’t sure why he’d picked that particular gym. It must have been the same hand of fate that had guided Andy into his life.
He’d had his new, or at least new to him, car for about a week and was itching to go out and about, exploring his new surroundings. Parts of Yorkshire reminded him of his native Wales. That was a trip he would have to plan soon. He’d not been home
