'Honestly though?' he asked. She listened for him. 'You and everybody else's mum too. People who talk high and mighty hide more than most, you know.'

Stevie lifted her head and looked at him with a dazed, heavy-eye-lidded smile. Out of nowhere her son craned up his head and planted a quick succession of butterfly-light kisses on her lips. His head hit the mattress again, leaving her stunned.

Was that meant to be affectionate, because it caused a stirring within that left her guessing. She exclaimed softly before her eyes strayed south again. The bulge in his shorts had grown. In the pit of her stomach she felt that familiar...