Skye was in the kitchen pouring herself a glass of water when Star let herself in and threw her keys on the side. ‘What’s going on with you then?’ she asked her daughter. ‘Three nights in on the trot, are you ill?’
‘Funny. Work’s busy, that’s all.’
‘Ooh.’
‘What’s “ooh” supposed to mean?’ Skye gave her mum a look. ‘And where have you been anyway? On another date?’
‘No, to see your grandmother.’
‘Muuum! Please don’t say you had a go at her?’
‘I didn’t mention it actually, seeing as the new toy boy is already an ex. She wasn’t very happy about it. I hope you’re not going to use her as your drug dealer again, are you?’
Skye rolled her eyes. ‘Oh yeah – I forgot. Talking of dates, it looks like lover boy is keen.’ Nodding her head towards the sink, the teenager stalked back to her bedroom.
Star picked up the beautifully wrapped bunch of dahlias, her favourite flowers, read the message that came with them and saw that he had put his phone number on there too.
How about that drink you owe me and soon? Conor x
