Chapter 13: “You’ve not come to watch since the accident.”
“Tav! Get the door, love!”
“Becky-get-the-door!”
“Mam said you get it!”
“Urgh,” Tav muttered, heaving himself off the sofa and away from the TV. Stupid sisters. They were useless. Maybe he could swap Becky for Angelo? At least Angelo’s tantrums were entertaining. “What do—hello.”
“Hello,” Luca said, and grinned. “Get in, loser, we’re going swimming.”
“Did you seriously just quote shitty chick flick at me?”
“You recognised it, so you have no right to complain. Baci,” Luca added, imperiously presenting one cheek. Tav laughed and kissed it. It was snowing again—had been since Boxing Day—and Luca’s skin was icy where it was showing between his scarf and his hat.
“C’mon, lemme get my kit. Wasn’t expecting to see you today.”
“Ye
