“Seriously?” Sal asks him.
Temp nods. “Yep, I saw it online and it looks like fun. They do it at Quay. I thought we could go there, have lunch and then have a go at crab fishing.”
“That sounds awesome,” Kean says, smiling before laughing. “We took Cam and Alfred crab fishing when you guys were what ten/ eleven?”
Ben bursts out laughing. “So we did, I’d forgotten that.”
“If I remember rightly, we didn’t catch anything,” Alfred put in.
“But we all had fun,” Cam said, grinning. “IfIremember rightly you, Jude, pulled up a load of seaweed and started chasing us all around with it.”
The brothers and Emily all laugh.
“And then my darling Jude threw the seaweed at me,” Emily adds.
Jude laughs louder. “I did.”
“Jude!” Sal exclaimed, pretending to look shocked. He’s holding Connie and moves slightly away. “I don’t think I want my daughter growing up with you as her father.”
We all laugh at that.
“It was years ago,” Jude replied, totally unrepentant and taking Connie out of Sal’s arms, hugging her.
“Can I come crab fishing, Temp?” Nora asks. “I’ve never done that before either.”
“If Nix says yes. My birthday is Saturday, so you won’t miss any school,” Temp replies looking at her.
“I’ll check with Jodie and see if she minds covering the shop for the day. If she can, we can go,” Nix said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and sending a text.
“I’ll check with John and see if he minds covering the bookshop for the day. I can cancel all the evening meetings, so he can finish early,” Alfred said, also sending a text.
“Emily, are you coming?” Temp asks her.
“Are you sure?” she asks him.
“Totally, I’d love you to come.”
“Then thank you, Temp, I would love to.”
Just then Alfred and Nix’s phones ping, and they both look at their messages.
“John says, yes to covering the shop for the day,” Alfred tells them.
“Jodie said yes as well,” Nix said.
“Justice, can you come?” Alfred asks.
Justice nods. “I can. Melody is covering the weekend for me. I figured we’d be doing something and already asked her.”
Alfred leaned into Justice's side. “I’m glad you can come.”
Justice kisses the side of Alfred’s head. “Me too.”
“Just think Justice, you can make them killer crabs,” Temp says, laughing.
“No killer crabs,” Emily says. “I’m not sure other crabbers would appreciate them.”
CHAPTER 7
