“Just in time. Dinner will be on the table in a couple of minutes,” Helen said once she’d let us in. “Go into the front room. Paul’s in there minding Charlotte.”
“Hi, guys,” Paul greeted us. “Had a good time?” he asked Sam.
“We went to the ice rink. It was great.” Sam smiled. “But I bet Simon will be sore tomorrow.”
“Fell over a few times?” Paul laughed.
“Just a few,” I said.
Mark leaned in and whispered, “I promise I’ll give you a good rub down when we get home.”
I felt my face heat and pushed him away.
My attention was taken by Charlotte, who crawled over to me and tugged on my trouser leg. “Aw, aren’t you beautiful?”
Sam picked her up and put her on my knee. She smiled up at me.
“You’ve got a fan there,” Paul said with pride.
“You like your uncle Simon?” I asked, bouncing the
