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his eyes belied his diffident words. “I still need to go into town and see if my bank card works. I need to buy some clothes and stuff. If I manage to do any shopping, will a taxi bring me back here?” He glanced out across the causeway. “I wasn’t sure of the tides.”
    Nick nodded. “The taxis come out here. Today high tide is about one thirty in the morning and then again around one thirty in the afternoon. Low tide is just before eight in the morning and then again at the same time in the evening. So it’s pretty easy to remember. If you’re not back in the afternoon by about 1 o’clock, it’ll be after eight thirty at night before you can get back here without taking a boat. And if you do get stuck, Miller Drake will bring you back in his. It’ll cost you a fiver but he’ll make the trip. You can always find him in the Wind and Whistle pub.”
    He shrugged. “I’d let you use my Land Rover but you’re not insured. I’ll have to see if I can organise to slot you on as a named driver temporarily if things work out.” He looked at his watch. “It’s only nine thirty now so you have a few hours to shop.” He glanced down at Owen’s feet. “I would suggest you put some bloody shoes on though. You look a bit like a sexy tramp like that.” He hadn’t realised what he’d said until he saw Owen’s smirk. “What’s that for? Oh.”
    “You think I’m sexy,” remarked Owen as he turned and walked past Nick. He chuckled wickedly and Nick watched as his tight arse ambled up the path back toward the house. He was nonplussed. This man definitely wasn’t going to be good for his sanity.

Chapter 3
    Nick sat at his dining-room table reading a newspaper when Owen got back about twelve thirty in the afternoon. There was the rumble of an engine as a vehicle pulled into the courtyard, a door opened then slammed, and then the familiar voice of a local taxi driver, Jeff Curtis, hollered a cheery goodbye greeting. A few minutes later, Owen staggered in under a weight of parcels, shopping bags and something that smelt really good. Socks chittered excitedly and jumped down from the top of the cupboard onto the table.
    Nick’s stomach grumbled. He hadn’t eaten all day. “The bank card worked then, did it?” he enquired.
    Owen shook his head. “Nope. It’s fucked. But I had my driver’s licence in my wallet too and my NI card. So I managed to draw money out over the counter. The young lady was only too pleased to help me out. She thought I was ‘delicious.’ Oh and some guy offered me a blow job behind the hardware store. He was a little too forward for my tastes so instead I bought a couple of joints off him.” He winked at Nick as he dropped his parcels onto the kitchen table and stood back, regarding them with satisfaction. Socks’s greedy paws busied themselves with scrabbling in the bags and both men regarded him with an indulgent smile.
    Nick shook his head. “The young man sounds like Mikey Grey. He’s a bit of a handful.” Owen laughed and Nick flushed at his unfortunate choice of words. “Not in that way, you idiot. But you want to keep away from him. He’s trouble. And I don’t want you bringing drugs back here. That’s a definite no-no.”
    Owen shrugged. “Fine. I’ll keep them outside somewhere and smoke them when you’re not around.”
    Nick’s temper flared. “That’s not the bloody point. I thought doing drugs and drinking was what made you jump off the boat in the first place? Overindulging and getting too emotional?”
    “And God forbid we should be doing that anytime soon. The emotional bit I mean.” Owen said beneath his breath.
    Nick scowled. “No fucking drugs, Owen. I’d rather you didn’t smoke anything but I doubt that’s going to happen.”
    Owen grinned at him as he started unpacking a bag. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep. That would be wrong.” He looked at Nick out of mischievous eyes. “You didn’t comment on the fact the woman in town thought I