As if burned by hot coals, Hannah pulled away from Neville and pushed her hair out of her face. She knew her lips were probably a bit pink from their kiss.
Oh bother. She felt guilty being caught in such an intimate situation with Neville in front of Frankie, who was no doubt very confused.
"Um, hullo love. Your father and I - er...were just talking. Um," Hannah stammered, her eyes moving back and forth between her son and ex-husband.
She took a deep breath and then put on her best smile. "Hungry, sweetie? There are some fresh apples in the kitchen. I was thinking of making spag bol tonight, sound good?"