‘Just a second, mum, I think Aunt Holly forgot this.’
‘Be quick,’ she said.
Tom jogged after them. ‘Aunt Holly, you left this,’ he called out.
Holly turned to see the glove in her nephew’s hand. ‘You go on ahead,’ she said to Olivia, ‘Wait for me inside. I’d forget my head if it wasn’t screwed on.’
Olivia nodded and headed to the terminal, while Holly took a few steps the opposite way to meet Tom.
She took her glove from him with a smirk. ‘That’s impossible,’ she said, ‘Those gloves were in my case.’
‘You got me,’ he said. ‘Is there really a chance I won’t get to see you at Easter?’
‘Like I said, it depends on if we decide to sell the house, whether we find a buyer, and if I’m settled in a new place.’
‘I understand,’ Tom said, disappointment apparent on his face, ‘I just don’t think I can wait a year.’
‘I’m sure I’ll have myself sorted,’ she reassured. ‘And,’ she lowered her voice to a whisper, ‘I’ve got a pretty good incentive now, haven’t I?’
Tom smiled, flicking his eyes to her bum. ‘You’d better not forget what you promised me for helping you cook yesterday.’
‘It’ll be waiting for you.’ She stepped in and gave him a peck on the cheek. ‘Remember, secretly yours.’
With that, she turned and went off to find Olivia, leaving her nephew to fantasise about the prospect an Easter as taboo and unforgettable as Christmas.