She wasn’t but she didn’t want Britt to make a fuss.

‘Nonetheless, I think you should go and see a doctor. No point in waiting. When did you eat this thing you think you have reacted to?’

‘Not sure … At the party, I think. I thought I had a hangover, but it isn’t going away.’

‘That’s was days ago. There is not a hangover in the world that lasts that long. And you only had a beer or two,’ Britt said.

And a few beers and some red wine with Jack, Ninni thought, but didn’t tell Britt that.

Britt continued. ‘You were a bit green when you came to my house for eggs. I don’t really think it’s a hangover. Unless you’re secretly drinking vodka every day, which I doubt. It could be a stomach flu or something, or perhaps some of those sausages were off. Always better to check it out than ignore things for too long. Trust me, I know.’

Ninni smiled. ‘Thank you.’

‘For what?’ Britt looked surprised.

‘For looking after me. How’s school?’

‘Thankfully over in a few days. We’re all ready for summer now, I think. Basically, we haven’t done anything except swimming for the last few days. As soon as the kids are off on their holidays, I’m opening the B&B. I already have bookings, so it’s looking good. If Jack decides to stay, perhaps I can get him to cook for the guests once in a while. That would be fantastic. What do you think?’

Ninni put a hand to her stomach, feeling queasy again. ‘Bah,’ she muttered.

Britt watched her. ‘Perhaps you’re pregnant,’ she said with a concerned look on her face.

‘God, no, I’m not pregnant. That’s not possible,’ Ninni said, waving her hand.

‘Are you sure about that?’

Ninni nodded. ‘Yes, I’m absolutely sure. That’s the last thing I am.’

Pregnant. There’s a laugh, she thought. Not even a little bit funny.

Britt patted her on the knee. ‘Go and see the doctor, please. I’ll come with you if you want. You look like shit.’

‘Oh, thank you. That’s a nice thing to say to a person,’ Ninni said.

‘I aim to please. How’s your Englishman?’

‘He’s not my Englishman,’ Ninni said, but remembered that he sort of was now, wasn’t he? She couldn’t help smiling.

‘Oh, my God,’ Britt exclaimed. ‘You’ve slept with him.’

Ninni gaped. ‘How did you know?’

‘I didn’t until now.’ Britt laughed. ‘How was it? All and any details, if you please.’

‘Not on your life.’ Ninni shook her head.

‘You’re such a prude. At least tell me if he was better than Karl.’

Ninni felt the heat just by remembering Jack. ‘Oh, so much better,’ she admitted with a sigh.

Britt giggled. ‘I knew it. Damn, I should have snapped him up before, when I had a chance. He looks like he knows what he’s doing, you know. Must be all that cooking.’

‘Why? What does cooking have to do with how good he is in bed?’ Ninni was laughing so hard now, she had a problem talking.