Skye was wearing her usual wicked grin, Helen was still smiling happily at the promise of their next night together, but the Burkettes looked... conflicted. Carl's expression was unreadable but Larissa's... she worried him.

"Sure. Have a good night!" he said to the others as he yielded to the tug of Fiona's hand.

When they were making their way up the stairs towards Fiona's room to get her suitcase he stopped her on the landing and she turned to look up at him in question.

"What did you tell Carl and Larissa? They were looking at me strangely. I thought Carl might even take a swing at me!"

Fiona pressed...