Arriving home late from a lengthy CV meeting at Charlie’s place, Emma was surprised to find Jack sitting at the breakfast bar eating a toasted sandwich. ‘Midnight snack, or haven’t you been in long?’ she asked, draping her arms around his shoulders.
‘Careful, Mum or I’ll spill the innards. I put too many tomato slices in with the cheese.’
‘Never mind about food, we need to talk.’ Releasing him, she stood leaning against the bench.
‘I need to sleep.’
‘Later, this is important. I’ve had a job offer.’
The half-eaten sandwich fell to the bench-top, tomato leaking onto the clean surface. ‘Brilliant! Where?’
‘How about we discuss it out on the balcony? I need some fresh air.’
Jack slid off the stool.
‘It would mean living away from home,’ she began, once Jack had settled beside her on th
