“I have to ask you a question I’ve been dying to know. Just so I can finally sleep at night again.” Worry slithers up my spine. “Go on.” “Under the stands after the Nottingham game.” I cringe. “Shawn dragged me under there.” “Did I hear the word stockings? It’s research, for…science.” My laugh bounces between the trees around us, relieved as much as it is amused. “I’d run out of washing, okay? It had been a rough few weeks.” “If there are forks wedged in all the laundry machine filters tomorrow, it wasn’t me.”
