If anyone had told Luke he’d be sitting in a flag-stoned kitchen next to an Aga, drinking cocoa in the middle of the night, he would have told them that they were nuts. But here he was, and actually he was enjoying himself. Okay, it wasn’t good that Andy had had a nightmare and was now in some kind of drugged sleep.
“But what if you don’t like the guy who’s, um, you know?” Craig asked, resolutely not looking at him.
Luke began to revise his level of comfort when Craig started to ask awkward questions. “If I don’t like the guy I’m working with?” He could have been less subtle, but he wasn’t in the mood for crudeness. Craig was a great kid. It was obvious he worshiped his uncle, and Luke could understand why. He began to consider Craig’s question, a vision of Max coming unbidden into his
