‘There are a lot of furtive glances being exchanged between you two,’ Belle mumbles out of the corner of her mouth as she leans over to refill my glass of rosé. On this sunny afternoon, it’s slipping down very nicely indeed. I lift the glass to my lips. ‘Shut up. Though, really?’ I’ve caught Zach looking over this way more than a couple of times, but I’ve told myself he’s watching his girls. ‘Yup.’ She nods decisively.
