Helen
‘You daft animal. What’s wrong with sleeping by the fire like a normal dog?’ But she didn’t push him off.
Her shoulders ached as she adjusted her position to make him comfortable. That’ll teach you to go all out to beat Nige. They’d agreed to play again next Friday, so hopefully her muscles would have recovered by then.
She might make the effort to go upstairs and run a bath in a minute. Soaking in a tub of Epsom Salts was bound to help.
Her phone buzzed. A text. The stupid teenage girl side of her hoped it was Nigel. But it wasn’t.
Hi Helen. Mark Farnham here (Nigel’s brother). Bit late in the day for texting but loved your website. Can we meet on Mon am? Have invite to look at another treehouse site for inspo on Wed nxt wk. If we can come to an agreement would like u to join me.
Helen smiled to herself. Life was becoming much better. Bumping into Nigel had been a good omen.