‘Maybe we shouldn’t,’ I blurt out, surprising even myself. ‘Mum protected me when I was little, and my dad cheated. I never knew and their children shouldn’t have to know, or suffer, or, maybe he’s only done it the once.’

‘He’s still got a profile up,’ Noah points out. Squeezing my hand.

‘I could tell him I know! I could threaten him, make him stop.’

‘And what if he just signs up somewhere else?’ Gemma chips in. ‘I know it’s not fair on the kids, but Linda’s a good mum, she’ll make sure they’re okay.’ She squeezes my other hand. ‘Don’t worry, it’s not your problem, but,’ she looks me in the eye, ‘she needs to know, doesn’t she? It’s up to her what decisions she makes, not us.’

‘Oh hell, I feel so responsible, this is partly my fault, if I hadn’t …’

‘Bloody hell, Rosie, it’s not your fault! You didn’t know when you arranged to meet him.’

‘Maybe he doesn’t actually meet anybody, maybe he just likes chatting and arranging the dates,’ I say glumly.

Why did I ever decide online dating people I didn’t know was a good idea? Noah was right when he said it wasn’t the way to meet people. Things could have been so much worse for me, what if I’d ended up dating a married man?

‘That is immaterial.’ Gemma folds her arms. ‘He shouldn’t even be chatting. I mean an affair doesn’t have to be physical, does it? And what about all those poor women he’s been leading on? It’s disgusting. And to think that’s how they met! What a shit. I’m going to ring Dan now. Don’t worry.’ She pats the back of my hand. ‘Leave it to me, we’ll sort this out. Right, so,’ she rubs her hands together and looks at Noah, ‘you are coming to the barbecue, aren’t you?’

‘Er.’

‘You forgot! Bloody hell, Noah!’ She is laughing. ‘What’s he like?’

‘I didn’t forget!’ He shoots me a quick glance that says it all.

‘I bet.’ Gemma has spotted the look. ‘He always comes up with an excuse if I text him, better to just put him on the spot! You will come, won’t you, Rosie? Tomorrow? Nothing formal, just us, some beers and burgers, and I promise Gavin won’t be here!’

‘Well.’ I look at Noah, he shrugs. ‘Sure, I’d love to!’

‘Great! So,’ she frowns, ‘how did you say you two met?’

‘We didn’t!’ Noah says firmly, ‘and you know it!’

‘Oh my God, you met on Tinder as well!’ She puts her hands over her mouth, but I can see the laughter in her eyes. They’re dancing with the same kind of merriment Noah often has on his face.

I laugh. ‘No, we didn’t! Oh my God, Noah on Tinder!’

‘Do you two mind discussing me in front of my face?’

Gemma grins. ‘Not really. Though we can do it behind your back if you want?’ She waits for me to say more.

‘It’s complicated.’