‘Should be interesting. I’m really looking forward to meeting this incredible woman who both my brother and my boyfriend constantly rave about.’ Brent sat up too, not quite sure how he felt about the prospect of the weekend to come. He loved Lizzie. He always would. But he loved Tom too. He couldn’t imagine how either one of them could not like the other, really, but life was weird sometimes, and you never knew what could happen. Especially things like ending up in bed, at the Waverley Grange Hotel, on a late Saturday afternoon, with a man you once had a one-night stand with – who also turned out to be your best friend’s boyfriend’s brother! Tom had picked Brent up from the garden centre in his rather manky old Porsche at the end of his shift, and whisked him away here to the Waverley. The plan had been to have a healthy walk in the grounds, then early dinner, then bed. But somehow that had morphed into bed first, something Brent didn’t mind in the least. ‘You’ll like Lizzie,’ he said, studying Tom’s handsome face.
