It was tricky to get the bales to the top of the stack, but he and his muscles were doing just great. Despite the fact that working with him was like being followed around by the world’s most miserable thundercloud, I had to admit that at least he never backed away from putting in the hard yards. He was no bludger. Startled, I suddenly realised he’d finished the last bale when he turned and caught us both watching him. I tripped over my aunt as I fled out the door.
‘What was it you wanted, Aunt Lily?’ I asked as we hurried away, trying hard not to sound flustered.
‘I honestly don’t remember!’ she admitted, laughing. I laughed too as I head-butted her playfully on the shoulder. So what if I looked a little? It wasn’t until much later that I remembered that he would have known I was there
