‘You.’
‘What about me?’
‘You just make me laugh. And, before you analyse it, that’s a good thing.’
I nodded in acceptance.
‘So. This spa thing? I take it you’ve done one before.’
‘No. I haven’t actually,’ I admitted.
’Really?’
‘I know. Everyone and their dog seems to have done one but me. But that’s the other thing.’
‘What is?’
‘Humphrey.’
‘I still can’t believe you called him that.’
‘Oh shoosh. He likes it, and so do I.’
Seb shook his head and made a motion with his hand for me to continue.
‘Well, I don’t want to leave Humphs out. My parents are off on one of their jaunts. Jess would take him, but I don’t really want to ask her. She’s still settling in and it seems a bit cheeky.’
‘Shame you don’t live closer.’
Wasn’t it just?
‘I’d take him otherwise.’
‘Even though you have a hang-up about his name.’
‘Even though. That just goes to show what a good guy I am.’
‘A good guy wouldn’t make fun of his name in the first place.’
‘I said I was good, not perfect.’
‘That is true. Anyway, I don’t live closer, so, unfortunately, that’s not an option either.’
‘Do you have any preference as to where you go for this spa weekend?’ Seb asked.
‘No, not especially. Why?’ I squinted at him. ‘You have your “I might have a plan” face on. Which is both worrying and exciting in equal parts.’
‘I wasn’t aware I had one of those faces, but it’s a good thing to know. And yes, I might just have a plan.’
‘Which is?’
‘An ex of mine is the manager of a small chain of boutique hotels and I’m pretty sure some of them do spa days. I’ve also got a feeling at least a couple of them are dog friendly because we talked about going to one once and obviously Scoobs would have had to come. I can ask her if you like.’
‘Ooooooo… K.’
He folded his arms, giving me a front row view of perfectly muscled forearms. Perhaps I should send him a couple of long-sleeve T-shirts for days I really needed to concentrate… ‘What’s up?’
‘You’re still in touch then?’
