Cory sat in the front passenger seat because there was more leg room. I was in the back with Rob’s baby daughter, Grace.
“So you only invited me along to babysit,” Cory said, fastening his seatbelt.
“Yep,” Rob said, laughing.
I liked Rob immediately. He seemed to have Cory’s sense of humour and didn’t take any s**t from him without dishing it back. He was shorter and a lot less bulky than Cory; evidently not all rugby players were big.
Grace and I soon made friends, or at least I interpreted her giving me her teething ring to hold as a gesture of friendship.
“She likes you,” Rob said, glancing at me from the rear-view mirror. “Normally she doesn’t like strangers…although she likes Cory and they don’t come any stranger than him.”
Cory punched Rob lightly on the arm. “Piss off.”
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