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bellowed.
    'Don't wake the baby,' repeated Gwen fiercely.
    She reached out to me, and I stepped back. 'Oh, come on, love,' she said. She was Reasoning With Me. I've always hated it when she does that. It means she's about to win using Logic. I hate you, Logic. 'Listen...
    Look at him. Skinny streak of piss in a shell suit!
    Rhys, you're almost old enough to be his dad. Do you really think... I mean, if I was going to cheat on you... which I never would... well, it wouldn't be with someone like that, would it, now?' And she looked at me, and her eyes were ever so wide and bright. 'Come on.'
    'How did he kiss?' I asked.
    She blinked, and then grinned. 'Bless him. It was like being rubbed by a hankie soaked in granny spit.'
    I punched her lightly on the shoulder. She punched me back. We hugged.
    We OK?' she said, not letting me go. We walked around like contestants in a three-legged race. 'Are we OK?'
    'Until I come home and find him naked on top of you. I'd love to hear your explanation for that one.'
    'Oh, it'll be really good,' Gwen assured me seriously. 'And you'll buy it.'
    'Sure I will,' I said, stroking her hair.
    Gwen kicked out a foot. Davydd groaned. 'Oi, lover boy,' she said. 'You can stop pretending to be asleep. You need to get up and apologise.'
    Davydd stood, looking tiny and scared. 'I'm sorry, mate,' he said. 'Mate' was an odd choice of word in the circumstances, but he went there, OK. 'I'm sorry

    - but she's... she's wonderful.'
    'Go home,' I said.
    The door shut behind him with a rubber clunk.
    'This is an odd place,' I said to Gwen.
    She narrowed her eyes. 'Because a man finds me irresistibly attractive?'
    'No,' I said, seriously. 'It's not that.'
    Truth to tell a couple of other odd things happened later that week. I steered clear of Davydd as much as possible. But I'd noticed some of the women of the village still looking at me. If I didn't know better -
    and let's face it, I didn't — I would have sworn they were eyeing me up.
    The cracker was when that leopard-print lass from the Y Gwyr saw me passing the bus stop with my pram. 'Hiya,' she said. By daylight she was even more Hollyoaks Later than I remembered. The least orange things about her were her teeth, which glowed a brilliant white as she worked gum around.
    Her eyes observed me. Casual. Hunting cat casual.
    'What you doing down here, tiger? Anything special?' she asked, applying lip gloss over and over until I could see the sun in her smile.
    'Oh, um, ah,' I managed. This wasn't going to be a great conversation. For some reason she had me on edge. I was mightily glad that Gwen wasn't around to watch me falling over my tongue. 'You know,' I continued, casually pushing down on the pram until the front wheels popped up. 'Shopping and stuff.'
    'And stuff, eh?' She inclined her head slightly, and then carried on chewing while she worked through that thought. 'Fancy.' Another pause. 'I'm Nerys.'
    Pretty much no one is called Nerys, and absolutely not a girl in her early twenties who is mostly long legs and hair extensions. But she made it a bit sexy.
    She stuck out a hand and I shook it.
    'Hello, Nerys, I'm Rhys.'
    'I know.' She smirked, letting go of my hand slowly. 'Rhys spelt D-I-L-F. Rhys with the kid.
    Everyone knows about you. All us girls talk about you.' There was something like a wink.
    OK, truth to tell, I may just have been flirting back with her, a really tiny little bit. It was a dull day, it was drizzling slightly and there I was being chatted up. I'm a man, all right, and I have manly urges. Although if you asked Gwen, she'd tell you my manly urges are farting in public and leaving the seat up. Shows how much she knows. 'And what are you up to, this fine day?' I asked. I did not add 'my pretty'. For Rhys Williams did not fall off the last train.
    Nerys was heavy-lidded casual. 'I'm just waiting for a bus. It's my second favourite thing to do in a bus shelter.' Her eyebrows flared, then she looked down. It was a careful copy of Princess