The Scrum-Half (Lincoln Knights #3)

Matty

My kitchen was a disaster and I was too fucking tired to give a shit.

There was porridge all over the inside of the microwave, a variety of coffee and juice stains smeared across the counters—which were white marble because childfree me thought they’d look nice—washing-up piled in the sink, a stack of recycling by the door that I hadn’t gotten round to taking out in nearly a week, an overflowing bin, clean washing still in the machine from yesterday, a puddle of milk and cereal sitting on the breakfast island where I’d knocked Jack’s bowl over while trying to make him breakfast, plus the bananas in the fruit bowl were starting to go brown, which meant we’d get fruit flies if I didn’t deal with them soon.

And to top it all off, we were supposed to have left for nursery and rugby training fifteen minutes ago.