‘Give over, Drew,’ she said. ‘He’s got blond hair and he’s tall. You think all tall blonds look like Thor. Hurry up and order. I’m starving.’

Once the pizzas were ordered, they left us alone. Jemma turned to me as soon as the door to the bedrooms had closed. ‘So, what’s the deal with Thor? You got all funny the other night yet you mentioned something about Thor before we caught the tube here. I’m guessing there’s a connection to Nikki.’

I nodded. ‘Nikki said I looked like Chris Hemsworth the night we met…’ I told her about the conversation. ‘Nikki thought it would be a hilarious contradiction to christen our campervan Thor because he’s slow and weak. I tried to talk her out of it but it kind of stuck.’

‘That’s classic. Do you want me to get Drew to quit it with the Thor thing?’

I shook my head. ‘Actually, I quite like it. I know I flinched at first but it makes me smile. It’s a happy memory.’

‘It’s good to hang onto the happy memories.’

She held my gaze for a moment and that understanding was definitely there.

‘So how was your week at home?’ I asked. Presumably things had deteriorated further with her mum if she was moving back.

Jemma grimaced. ‘It’s always good to be home but it was hard. Mum was in a bit of a state after going AWOL. Rachel and Karen are doing their best but they both have businesses to run and Rachel has an eleven-year-old daughter. They can’t drop everything for Mum but I can. It’s a huge decision but I know it’s the right one. I’m moving back to Whitsborough Bay.’ She narrowed her eyes at me. ‘You don’t look surprised. Tiff by any chance?

‘Sorry. She saw me at lunch and accidentally let it slip. She made me promise to act surprised but I’m pretty crap at acting. When do you go?’

‘Saturday. I handed in my notice yesterday and Owen’s letting me leave on Friday so I just need to get my stuff packed and… crap… I forgot to phone the van hire place before it closed. Anyway, I’ve got to hire a van and move my stuff.’

‘Have you got much to move?’

‘Not really. I’ve always rented down here and it’s been furnished flats so it’s just boxes and a couple of shelving and storage units.’

‘Would all your stuff fit in a campervan?’

Her eyes widened. ‘Thor?’

‘Yes. The campervan of Asgard. I decided a trip home was long overdue so I spoke to my mum this afternoon. I’m doing good son and brother duty for the weekend. If you don’t mind the company, I’m more than happy to be your removals service.’

‘Oh my God! Really? You don’t mind?’