‘Serena.’ Teyo dropped the deed and gripped her hand, a little painfully. ‘You’ve seen it?’
Serena nodded.
‘What…’ Teyo’s words dried up; he moistened his lips and tried again. ‘What’s it like?’
Serena beamed at him, and squeezed his hand. ‘It’s perfect, Tey. Perfect for you.’
‘And it’s really mine?’
‘Every last inch of it.’
Teyo pondered that for a while, his gaze straying from Egg to Iya and back to Serena. ‘That must have cost a bob or two,’ he said.
‘Well, yes.’
His eyes narrowed. ‘You surely aren’t expecting me to believe that Oliver just gave this to me.’
‘No,’ Serena admitted. ‘He only paid for, um. Some of it.’
Teyo nodded. ‘Uh huh. And the rest came from…?’
Serena coughed. ‘Um, we might have rustled up a little between us. But that’s beside the point, Tey! Don’t ask the
