Chapter Twenty-Seven. PC Mable Walters.
What the hell am I doing?
I am heading to this family’s Sunday Dinner, which they call ‘lunch at teatime’ I mean, that is damned weird for a start. Or is it another strange northern thing? Who knows?
My heart is pounding in my chest, as I ride shotgun next to Cal. Marnie is sitting between Kirstie and Dante, her face beaming with joy, as she shows them her purple blob, and Kirstie tells her it is amazing. I have got to admit, Cal’s kids and his niece are amazing little ones, so friendly, very polite, although I get the feeling Kirstie is a sassy little madam at times, but hell, I cannot help but admire that about her. When she came out with the fact I should be her dad’s girlfriend, I almost had a coronary. I am not going to deny it was partl
