Chapter Six
By the time Nathaniel got home, Matthew had well and truly taken out his frustration at his and his brother’s predicament on the wayward plants and bushes. The space almost resembled a garden, though there was still a lot of work to do.
“All right, mate?” Nathaniel said from the kitchen doorway. “Want a cuppa?”
Matthew forced a smile, not wanting to take his bad mood out on Nathaniel. None of this was his fault—he didn’t have a clue what secrets he and Isaac were hiding, so there was no point blaming him. He just had to hope it didn’t all end in tears. “Hello, mate. Yes, a cup of tea would be fantastic, thanks.” He glanced at his watch. “I’ll drink that and I’ll have to get going, I’m afraid. The pub calls.”
“All right, no worries. It’s here when you want it.”
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