Playing With Fire (Glasgow Lads Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
As Liam made his fortieth lap around the empty waiting room, he clenched his fists in time to the peppy rhythm, wanting to leap up and jam one of those fists into the speaker. “What’s taking so long?” he asked Robert. “It’s a fucking ultrasound. Are they charging the wand with solar power?” “Sorry, mate.” Robert had stopped pacing fifteen minutes ago and was now sitting at one end of the sofa, paging through what looked like a five-year-old gardening magazine. “Sure I can’t fetch you tea or crisps or something?” “Nah, thanks. The caffeine’d send me over the edge, and I’d probably just boak the crisps.” “Your ma’s in good hands.” “I know, I know, but I hate not being in there.” His mother had taken Marianne with her into the examination room, telling Liam, “Female parts aren’t exactly your specialty.” “Where’s your mother’s boyfriend?” Robert asked. “Shouldn’t he be here?” “Archie? Fuck him. He never comes around much anymore.”
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