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told you?’ she begged.
    â€˜Absolutely not. They train you to keep secrets in the army.’
    â€˜I’ll open the car.’ Martin walked on ahead.
    Jack looked at John standing on the doorstep with his arm around Katie and understood what Martin had been trying to tell him about their sister’s marriage. He would have been hard pressed to decide who looked the more besotted, John or Katie. ‘I know it’s a bit late but congratulations.’
    â€˜Thank you, Jack.’ Katie’s eyes shone with gratitude.
    â€˜Take care of yourself and my nephew.’ He kissed her cheek.
    She looked up at her husband. ‘That’s John’s job.’
    â€˜See you tomorrow,’ he called, as he went to the car.
    â€˜Bit of a nuisance, you having a flatmate, Ems. It’s going to curb our style,’ Robin complained, unlocking his sports car.
    â€˜We could go to your place,’ she suggested, as she lifted the hem of her duster coat clear of the sill.
    â€˜Drive all the way up Gower Road when we’re meeting the crowd in the George in half an hour?’
    â€˜It will only take ten minutes.’
    â€˜There and back makes twenty and that only gives us ten minutes in the house.’
    â€˜We could be late.’
    â€˜And if everyone moves on, we’ll never find them.’ What Robin hadn’t told Emily was that since her father had pleaded guilty to the charges against him, his parents had been nagging him to break off his engagement and that nagging invariably increased in frequency and intensity after one of her visits to his home.
    He’d delayed doing so for two reasons. First, as he’d explained to his father, he’d look a right heel if he dropped Emily the moment she and her family became social lepers. And second, he was loath to give her up after he’d expended a great deal of time and effort persuading her to extend her sexual repertoire into realms most girls refused to explore. Something he’d discovered from personal experience, because even when he’d intended to marry Emily, he’d never been entirely faithful to her.
    As he drove away from the kerb, he pushed up her skirt and rested his hand on her knee. ‘We could park by the big apple.’
    â€˜It’s freezing.’
    â€˜A quick one, just to keep me going until I take you home.’
    â€˜You heard Judy, her boyfriend’s coming round for the evening.’
    â€˜Lucky boyfriend,’ he griped.
    â€˜Why do I have the feeling that you don’t want to take me to your house any more?’
    â€˜We’re always going to my house,’ he countered irritably.
    â€˜Not since my last flatmate moved out.’
    â€˜Only because I want to spare your blushes. You know how embarrassed you get when we waltz in, say hi to Mums and Pops, and disappear up to my room.’
    â€˜They must know we’re sleeping together.’
    â€˜There’s a difference between knowing and our rubbing their noses in it.’ He headed up the road that led to the car park on the headland between Mumbles and Bracelet Bay.
    â€˜So when are you going to take me home with you again?’
    â€˜Sunday,’ he replied, aware that his parents had made plans to go away for the weekend. ‘Come for lunch. I’ll warn the housekeeper.’ He pulled up in a row of spaces facing the sea and turned off the engine.
    She saw half a dozen cars dotted around the car park, all with their windows steamed up. ‘Whenever you do this, I’m terrified we’ll get caught.’
    â€˜A peeping tom would die of frostbite.’
    â€˜A peeping policeman in a warm car wouldn’t.’
    â€˜Then I’ll keep my eyes open for police cars,’ he retorted irritably. Unbuckling his belt, he unzipped his trousers and sat back. As she moved closer, he murmured, ‘Knickers and bra off.’
    â€˜Robin, it’s