Just One Damned Thing After Another (The Chronicles of St Mary's, #1)

by Jodi Taylor

Did he not know how close to death he was? Mind, he was built like a large brick shithouse. Two large brick shithouses actually. In fact, he was so big it was possible he distorted time and space. He had his own gravitational pull, like a blond planet, and he’d fallen for Kal like a sperm whale failing to clear the Grand Canyon on a bicycle. He thought no one knew. He slung her bag over his shoulder and helped her to her feet. ‘Come on.’

‘We have … induced … the Egyptology department at Thirsk to part with one or two small treasures.’