Bianca stretched like a small cat and O’ Grady, lying beside her, thought in amusement that she would just need to purr; it would complete the picture. Rolling over, onto her side, she caught his look and frowned at him.

Wagging a finger at him threateningly, she cried,

“You’ve got a snarky look on your face, Mr O’Grady.”

He gave a strangulated shout as he watched her flop on her side, uncaring of the bay in her belly.

“For the sake of Sweet Jaysus and all the Saints,” he bellowed and she looked at him in astonishment.

“You’ve gotta be careful lassie, not roll around like a whale in the...