Chapter 3
“Missed me?” a grinning Sam asked as Mark and I were getting our bags out of the car.
“Not particularly.” Mark shrugged.
Disappointment flashed over Sam’s face, before it was replaced by a huge grin. “You’re a rotten liar.”
Mark couldn’t maintain the pretence any longer and his grin began to match Sam’s. “Can’t kid you, can I?”
“Nah, I can read you too easily.”
“Well, I don’t know about you two, but I’d like to get inside and have a cup of coffee,” I said, holding both bags, the boot lid still open.
“Sorry, Simon,” Sam said, coming towards me and closing the boot.
We walked into the house and I started the coffee maker.
“So, you two still managed to have a good time despite me not being there?” Sam asked.
“Well,” Mark paused, “it wasn’t easy, but I think we managed t
