“And you really enjoyed that, didn’t you?”
“Me?” He flutters a hand to his chest, mock-horrified.
“Did you really have to get involved?”
“What did I say?”
“Martin…”
“Oh, wow,” he exclaims, looking over my shoulder. “It looked like you weren’t the only one who hadn’t forgotten.” He nods behind me and I turn around. Nick has come out of the house and is heading towards us with the expression of someone who’s about have a rectal exam.
“Nick,” Martin speaks, without missing a beat. “Have you got something to say to us?”
Nick glares at him, as Martin keeps flashing him that smug smile, unaware of the fact he’s about to be punched right in the face.
“Could you give us a minute?” he asks.
“Sure, no problem.”
Martin gets into the car and I step away a few paces so that he can’t hear us – even though I know he’ll try anyway.
“Is there a problem?” I ask once we’re alone.
“I just wanted… I wanted to…” He sighs heavily. “I’m glad he likes you.”
“Thanks.”
“Dad isn’t how he used to be.”
“I know, Nick. I’m really sorry.”
He shrugs and attempts a smile. “I’m sure you’ll get him back on his feet.”
“That’s what I’m here for.”
“Okay.”
“If that’s all…” I say, turning away – but Nick grabs my arm, stopping me.
I close my eyes, and take four deep breaths to let my heart rate calm down, before turning back to face him.
“I’m happy to see you again,” he says, and I know that he’s being honest.
“Me too,” I say.
And, unfortunately for me, I really am.
* * *
I closethe passenger door as Martin starts up the ignition.
“So?” he asks, curious.
“I think you already heard everything, didn’t you?”
“Well…maybe bits…”
I shake my head, exasperated.
