He ran a hand over his face and decided he had neither the time nor the inclination to shave – he would visit the homestead instead. He glanced at the microwave clock as he headed into the kitchen. Half an hour till he was due at Lauren’s. She was making him dinner. It was the first night they’d stayed in rather than gone out, and the thought left him a little uneasy.He pushed his reservations aside, grabbed his keys off the table and left. After parking his ute outside the main house, he let himself in through the front door rather than the kitchen, where he usually appeared, hoping to locate Lucy before his mum knew he was there. The plan worked.‘What are you doing here?’ Lucy accused as he slipped into her room. She’d been narky with him the last couple of weeks, but he’d just put it down to teenage hormones.‘You studying?’ he asked, disregarding her question. She’d been on a social networking site he didn’t recognise, but the way she clicked back to something schoolish when he came in gave her away.‘Yes,’ she answered, crabbily.‘Good.’ He sat down on her bed and ignored the way she was glowering at him.
