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you have tomorrow?’ she asked.
    Tierney was too busy texting to respond. ‘Oh my God, that is so cool!’ she suddenly cried.
    Lainey waited for enlightenment, but unsurprisingly none came so she simply carried on driving, heading into town, while going over in her mind what further arrangements she needed to make for Saturday. If Nadia was coming without her husband they were down to eleven, unless she could persuade Stacy to change her mind and bring the new man, but then they’d be thirteen and she wasn’t sure she was comfortable with that.
    ‘When’s Dad back?’ Tierney asked, as they drove into the supermarket car park.
    ‘Saturday morning, or Friday evening if he can get away sooner. Why?’
    Tierney shrugged. She was texting again. ‘You’re kind of unusual, you two,’ she commented, seeming hardly to connect with her words, ‘you know, still being together when everyone else’s parents are split up.’
    ‘Not
everyone’s
,’ Lainey countered.
    ‘Well, just about. Oh God, it would be a total nightmare if you two broke up. I’d so hate it. I wouldn’t know who to live with, because I love you both, and it would be the same for Zav . . .’
    ‘Shall we change the subject?’ Lainey cut in, knowing from experience how easily Tierney’s teenage hormones could get her all wound up over nothing.
    ‘I’m just saying, that’s all. Loads of women have got the hots for Dad, which makes them totally sad, of course, but hey, someone has to be. Did I tell you, Mrs Kellaway, the English teacher, is mega struck on him? She’s always asking about him, which kind of freaks me out. I mean, she’s so
old
and like weird in the way she gets all steamed up over poems and stuff.’
    ‘She’s not that old,’ Lainey objected, refraining from pointing out that Pamela Kellaway was probably still in her forties, while Tom was going to be fifty-one at the end of the year.
    ‘Whatever,’ Tierney murmured, going back to her phone.
    ‘Are you coming?’ Lainey asked, turning off the engine.
    ‘No. I’ll wait here and make sure no one offs the car.’
    Rolling her eyes, Lainey took herself into the store, checking her own phone on the way and grabbing a hand basket to collect up the few items she needed.
    Ten minutes later she was opening the back of the estate to drop in the groceries when she heard Tierney say, ‘Shit, got to go.’
    Waiting until she was in the driver’s seat and starting the engine, Lainey said, ‘Who was that?’
    Tierney sighed. ‘Do you really need to know?’
    Lainey cast her a sideways look and turned in her seat to reverse out of the space.
    ‘Talking about Dad,’ Tierney drawled, as though the conversation hadn’t been broken, ‘do you reckon he was ever a spy himself? I mean, I know he says Ian Fleming based James Bond on him and all that rubbish – he’s too young for one thing, and definitely not cool enough for another. But everyone says how realistic his books are, and when Mrs Kellaway asked if he ever used to work for MI5 . . . Well, he did once, didn’t he?’
    ‘You know he did, but it was a long time ago, just after he left uni.’
    ‘He’s still got loads of contacts though, you know, people he sees clandestinely, or who tip him off about stuff. I wonder if he had a codename when he was active, and if he did, what it was.’
    Amused by the intrigue, Lainey said, ‘What’s brought this on? You’ve never seemed particularly interested before.’
    ‘Nothing,’ Tierney replied airily. ‘I just thought, wouldn’t it be cool if he was still a spy?’
    Lainey had to laugh.
    Tierney did too, and with a sudden gasp of what sounded like glee she went back to her phone, leaving Lainey to reflect on how following her logic these days was about as easy as deciphering her texts (not that Lainey ever snooped, well, maybe she might steal a glance or two if Tierney wasn’t aware she was looking, much good it ever did her), or listening to her gabbing away to Skye on the