Brushing down the front of her skirt, Hannah willed the colour to stop rising in her cheeks. All right, so what if Frankie saw her and Neville sharing a kiss? He was fourteen and after all - she was kissing his father, not a complete stranger.
"You do that, sweetheart," she told her son warmly. Hannah then cleared her throat after Frankie asked about his sister.
"Er, that's a very good question love. Why don't you owl her and find out if she's interested in having dinner with us?"