Leila asked over the dinner table. Liam and Abigail both stared at her in horror. They’d barely arrived in Newquay, after a four-hour drive that had all the comforts of family. Together they’d eaten their way through strawberry laces, drunk cans of Diet Coke, and played quizzes on Liam’s iPad as entertainment. Abigail was most amused that Liam could sing along to “Best Song Ever” word for word and in tune. Between them, they’d chosen their bedrooms in the apartment with Liam and Abigail separated by a bathroom and decided to have a meal in public where they could just eat and talk. Leila had other ideas, it seemed. “What do you mean boyfriend?” Abigail asked slowly. “Don’t you have one?” “Leila,” Liam interrupted. “That’s none of your business.” His daughter widened her eyes. “I was just asking! Touchy. It wasn’t for you anyway, I was asking Abigail. Obviously.” “You’ve got three seconds to apologise for your attitude or you can go back to the apartment.”
