“I was not.” Barbara Jane rounds defiantly on her brother. “I was eight. You’re just trying to make me look bad in front of Sam because you fancy him.” It’s a bit hard to tell in the dark but I think Jonathan’s gone bright red. “I do not. I don’t find Sam attractive at all.” “Oh thanks,” I say. This makes Jonathan even more flustered. “I don’t mean… I’m not saying you’re not… You work for me, Sam. It would not be appropriate to consider you on an attractiveness level.” “Oh thanks,” I say again.
