‘Where is he, Alison?’
Alison felt as if a great lump had stuck in her throat. She couldn’t find her voice.
‘Alison?’
‘He’s asleep upstairs.’ Her voice was a fierce whisper.
As Luke moved towards the staircase Alison was suddenly galvanised into action, running to the base of the staircase ahead of him. ‘I don’t want you to wake him…it took him ages to get to sleep tonight and—’
‘I’m surprised that you know how long it took him to get to sleep,’ Luke interrupted drily. ‘From what I’ve heard he spends most of his time with a child-minder, because you are busy playing at hotels.’ He brushed past her.
‘How dare you?’ Alison was breathless with rage and it was a moment before she realised that he was striding ahead of her, up the stairs. ‘I happen to be busy making a living, not that it’s any of your business.’
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