Chapter Six
Spaghetti bolognaise was now officially his favourite meal. No amount of gourmet cooking from the various chefs his father had hired over the years could pay homage to the feast he had just devoured. There was nothing left on his plate and he’d taken seconds. He ran his fork along the bottom of the bowl, had one last taste and settled back into his seat. He hadn’t felt so stuffed for a long time.
Maybe it was the company that had made this meal special. There was clear affection between Clover and her mother. Liam twirled the stem of his wine glass and watched Clover. She was laughing at one of her mother’s jokes, relaxed and carefree.
Her shoulders had eased from the tense line in which they were usually set. She rested on the table top with her elbows and forearms. At home
