Chapter 6Graham
“The only thing I know about Miami is from that old show, Miami Vice. You probably think that’s stupid,” I said to Will as he flipped through a s**t load of channels on the hotel’s telly.
Turning down the sound, Will twisted to look at me. “Graham Knight, nothing about you is stupid.”
God, the feeling he put in his voice made my eyes get moist, I had to look away, I didn’t want him to see. “Thanks. But I’m not brainy like you. I mean, all them letters after your name and everything. I left school at sixteen with a handful of GCSEs and got a job in Amy’s dad’s factory. Which I’ve now lost.”
“G, we’ve already had this discussion. You had to leave school to get a job to help support your mother. And what you do on the rugby patch…”
I couldn’t help giggling. “Pitch.”
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