“Maybe we should take it through to the study, just us.” I nod at Tasha, figuring that we can have a drink, a quick chat, and tell her I need her to go. Early night, late training, or whatever. Easier to brush her off if Sophie isn’t sitting right there, making me feel awkward about any contact between us. Natasha has become excessively touchy since I came back and broke up with her, and I know I am delaying having to sit near or beside her.

I don’t know when this started with ...