‘Yeah.’
Entering, she saw the balcony doors open and him sat on the bistro chairs out there. He removed his legs for her to sit down opposite him.
‘I’m sorry about that,’ she said quietly.
‘It’s not your fault,’ he replied, then looked out to the view of the bay. ‘It’s Dad’s fault. It’s all Dad’s fault.’ His voice was hushed and low, on the verge of tears. This cut Tara up. Shehatedwhat Richard was doing to their son. Then Calum turned to face her. ‘What was all that about anyway?’
‘I’ll show you.’ Tara got up to fetch the invitation. On returning, she passed it to Calum to read. His solemn face slowly broke into a grin.
‘Cool,’ he said, giving it back to her. Then asked, ‘Who are you going with?’
Tara told him all about Jack, how she met him, where he lived and his connection to Emma and Felix Paschal.
He whistled. ‘Double cool.’
