5
She was right, as usual. Bloody woman. Rebecca was the voice of reason and although he couldn’t bring himself to admit it, he was grateful. Sometimes Steven felt lost, wholly out of his depth, but he knew from Sam’s response when he’d suggested going out that it was unquestionably the right thing to do. They agreed on The Shanti – a curious but fashionable mix of Indian restaurant and traditional British pub on one of the main roads out of Cambridge. They used to go there regularly, though they hadn’t been for a while. The best of both worlds, Steven decided. Good food, plenty of booze.
It was working.
‘We were only there because you were reading the maps and you sent us the wrong way down the A146,’ he said, laughing.
‘And I only misread the map because you were panicking about us b
