Someone will catch you on their mobile phone — sodding happy snappers doing me out of a job, and then how’ll that look? A bloke your size picking on an old, fat, short bloke like me?’ The photographer had a point, but Theo had a harder struggle than he’d like to admit in reining in his urge to punch the man before stamping on his camera. His struggle must have been obvious because Cassie gripped his forearms. ‘That’s it, love.’ The photographer took another shot. ‘Would you stop?’ The annoyance in her tone relaxed Theo. Weird that, but true. And as he relaxed so did she, so that her fingers slid down his wrists and clasped his hands. ‘Don’t even think about it,’ he warned the photographer as the camera started to focus again. ‘Nah. I reckon I’ve got the money shot. Unless you’d like to try a real clinch?’ ‘No.’ ‘Were you following us?’ Cassie asked. She released his hands to turn and confront the photographer.
