CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
‘Sorry to ring so early on your day off but Maeve asked me to phone,’ Tim Lunny apologised.
Frustrated by his restless slumber, more than an hour ago Franklin had traded bed for a run on the treadmill.
He was halfway through and grateful for the breather. ‘No probs.’
‘Good, good. Now, you and Kat are coming over for Chrissie dinner?’
Franklin smiled. ‘Well, we plan to. But with my prick of a boss, I might end up getting called in to work.’
Lunny chuckled.
‘Of course we’ll be there. Thanks for asking us.’
‘You’re part of the family; you know that.’
‘Yeah.’ Franklin rubbed his chin, uncomfortable with the touchy-feely talk. He cleared his throat and changed the subject. ‘I’ve organised bread, meat, and plenty of beer for our station bash on Friday night.’
‘Reckon
