The Fly-Half (Lincoln Knights #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Devon

It took a lot of frantic coordinating and a couple of favours, but Bailey and I managed to pull together a last-minute night out for Matty on Friday night with the promise of a dinner in the new year because trying to find a restaurant to take thirty-odd people on two days’ notice was too much of a miracle. But we had managed to convince Clive to let us order a shit ton of pizza to the training ground on Friday afternoon as a substitute, although I’d had a worried call from the local Domino’s asking if the order we’d put through was real because they couldn’t believe anyone would order that much without it being a joke.

I’d deliberated presents for hours but in the end I’d gone down to the local toy superstore and bought Matty a couple of giant LEGO sets with the pool money, and they seemed to have gone down well. He’d been surprised at least and had turned the box for the space shuttle over in his hands, eyes shining excitedly like a kid at Christmas.