Josie rolled her eyes as Johnny hummed along to a song on the radio. Callum smiled from the back seat. He thought that Josie’s dad was cool. Anyone who worked for the mountain rescue and was ex-army had to be cool. It was just one of those things that was obvious. But Josie was embarrassed of him, he could tell. Callum wasn’t embarrassed of his dad any more. There’d been a time, when he guessed he was immature and hormonal, that he’d thought he’d die if his parents came within ten feet of him in public. That was a few years ago, and he observed Connor going through the same thing when he was a similar age. Now he just thought that his dad was a decent person: kind, thoughtful, honest and hardworking. Too hardworking, in fact. He didn’t earn enough to work the hours he did, though neither of his parents knew that their eldest son had seen their pay slips. His mother earned more at the hospital. When he was their age, he wanted to be earning more than both of them combined.

That’s why he wanted to be an accountant, and he figured that moving to London would set him up for life. He’d read that the CEO of every major company in the capital had studied accountancy. It was the backbone of every firm, and he could work anywhere, for anyone, and eventually himself. He’d taken GCSE business studies and economics, and he intended to take them further to A level. His plan was straight, simple and clean, muddied only by his equal need to disappear in a Fiat campervan around Greece.

‘Don’t get married, then,’ his father had said when he told him about his intentions. ‘If you fall for a girl too soon, she’ll spend all of your money and force you to have kids. End game, mate. Stay focused.’

It had been half tongue in cheek, because his mother had been listening to their conversation, and pretended indignation at her husband’s advice, however, he knew that it was a good point. The problem was that he really liked Josie. She wasn’t like other girls: prissy, precious and fake. She talked about real stuff, she smiled widely without stopping to take selfies, and she wasn’t on her phone constantly. She was sexy too.

He’d stopped thinking about the girl from the stone circle. What a disaster that trip had been! His dad had been so passionate about it and his history-mad brother had taken tons of photos on his phone, but it had ended with the odd girl and ambulances. He’d looked at her naked breasts, as she cowered behind the rock, and they were tiny. Not like some girls at school. Some of them had huge ones. Josie’s were just right. Not too big and not too small.