‘No calls? No texts?’
‘I did text you. Didn’t you get it?’
I shook my head, and dug my phone out of my bag. It was flat again. My face flaming, I plugged it into the charger and when it lit up, there was a burble of pinging and I could see a text waiting to be read. I quickly tapped the screen.
Been totally flat out. Would love to see you tonight.
‘Oh s**t,’ I muttered. I looked up and found he was grinning.
‘I forgot you’re not in the twenty-first century yet,’ he said. ‘I thought maybe my hasty exit the other night... that you were mad at me.’
‘No. It was just me and my stupid phone. And, you know, the stuff happening at the pub.’ And me always assuming the worst when I didn’t have good reason to.
He grimaced. ‘Yeah. We’ve been pushed sideways a bit. The excise guys are wanting to
