The ceiling above him swam into focus and he ran a hand across his damp forehead. Christ, when was he going to stop hearing them? He let his hand drop onto the back of the lounge and readjusted himself awkwardly around the throw cushions. Behind him, little feet pattered down the hallway and a second later three-year-old Sophie jumped on him.‘Uncle Matt, Uncle Matt.’‘Morning, Matt.’ His sister-in-law Monica took one look at him and held her arms out to Sophie. ‘Easy, honey. I don’t think Uncle Matt’s ready to play trampolines just yet. Go tell Daddy his hangover has company.’Sophie frowned at her mother. ‘Huh?’‘Tell Daddy to get his butt out of bed or I’ll force-feed him bacon and eggs.’ Matt groaned and sat up gingerly. ‘Big night, hmm?’ Monica said, picking up his jeans from the floor. ‘I hope you and Tom didn’t let your dad drink too much.’‘Dad went home after the darts so I felt it was only right that I drink his share.’‘Yeah, right,’ she said and pulled the blanket off him.‘Hey!’‘No time to sit around.
