Chapter 9
Liam woke up the following morning with a cold. He’d stayed at the beach till midnight. Or rather, it was midnight by the time he got back to his car. He felt rotten. His head ached, his nose was blocked, and his throat was on fire. On his phone, he pressed the number for Mr Atkins, then pressed CANCEL when memories of his meeting the previous day came flooding back. Cold or no cold, he dared not risk staying at home. He had mistakes to amend and clients with bookings.
He’d really have to be on the ball that day.
On the way to work, he called Helen from his car. “I can’t have Lucas this weekend. I’ve come down with a cold.”
Helen could have been more sympathetic. “Are you kidding? Tony and I have plans.”
“I’m sorry I’m not feeling well, Helen. I’m sorry I feel like s**t, but
