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“Right, thanks for reminding me,” Sean offered with a smirk, his eyes glancing over Karl as they followed Pete deeper into the house. “Was on holiday when you called, Tuscany, busy traipsing about wineries and the odd castle. Jumped the first flight we could manage, think we’re both still a bit knackered, though.”

His arm remained snug about Karl as a beer is pressed into his hand. “We’re all right. Just tired, and still a bit . . . ” freaked, Sean thought, but instead said, “surprised, about all this.”