CHAPTER 37
IT TURNED OUT that not only could Todd cook, he was also a party planner extraordinaire. The instant I mentioned the word, he’d jumped all over it.
“I’ve got a great selection of party games, and I can do the food, and my friend Manuel makes fabulous cakes, and...”
“Do you want me to stop him?” Grant asked.
I looked at over at Todd, already thumbing through his phone with a gleam in his eyes. What did I know about organising parties? “No, let him go ahead.”
A week before we were due to leave, the rental house in the Cotswolds was transformed into a rainbow of glitter and sparkles.
“What’s with all the pink?” Connor asked, wide-eyed.
“Todd got a little carried away.”
He’d even done his hair to match—pink streaks and silver sparkles. Connor had threatened him with bodily h
