off her head and immediately saw Dinoâs expression change as he followed the crazy tumble of her hair with narrowed eyes.
She tensed, thinking that he was probably comparing her messy, tangled hair to the smooth, blow-dried version heâd stared at across the lunch table a few hours earlier. For a moment she wished sheâd left her hat on and that thought annoyed her because sheâd long ago come to terms with who she was. When other girls in her school had been learningabout lipstick and moisturiser, sheâd been learning to map read and use a compass. While theyâd spent their weekends shopping for clothes, sheâd been up on the mountains. Her only interest in clothes was whether they were wind resistant and weatherproof. She knew about wicking layers and the importance of not wearing cotton. She didnât know whether grey was the new black or whether jeans should be straight cut or boot cut. And, more to the point, she didnât care.
Meg turned away, irritated with him for looking and even more irritated with herself for caring that heâd looked.
What could have been a decidedly awkward moment was broken by her motherâs disapproving tone.
âMegan, I found mouldy cheese in your fridge.â
Meg gritted her teeth and vowed never to let her mother babysit again. âIs Jamie still awake?â
âMummy?â Right on cue a small figure dressed in a Batman costume barrelled into her, crushing her round the waist. âWe decorated the house. Weâve put mistletoe everywhere.â
âIâd noticed.â Why was everyone suddenly so obsessed with mistletoe?
âGrandma says the berries are magic. If you stand under them, exciting things can happen.â
âIs that right?â Meg dropped to her knees and hugged her son. Immediately she felt her mood soften and the tension in her limbs evaporate. He smelled of shampoo and bedtime and his smile was the best thing sheâd seen all day.
As long as she had him, everything was all right with her world.
âHey there, Batman.â Dino was smiling. âHave you saved Gotham City lately?â
âLoads of times.â Jamie wrapped his arms round Megâs neck, shivering in the thin costume he insisted on wearing to bed but grinning up at Dino anyway. For some reason that Meg didnât even want to think about, in the months that sheâdbeen working alongside Dino, her son had developed a serious case of hero-worship for him. âWhy? Do you need any help?â
âWhen I do, youâll be the first person I ask. I need to get back to the hospital.â Dino retrieved his car keys from his pocket.
âDid you drive the Lamborghini? Wow, thatâs so cool. It looks like the Batmobile. Can I sit in it?â
Meg tensed. âNo, Jamie, youââ
âJust for a minuteâpleeease?â
Anticipating Dinoâs inevitable rejection and Jamieâs subsequent disappointment, Meg shook her head. âDino has to go, Jamie. Heâs a very important doctor and heâs needed at the hospital. And, anyway, I know you love cars but the temperature is minus five and youâre in your Batman costume. You need to get back inside.â
âBatman doesnât feel the cold.â
âYou heard Dr Zinetti, he has to get back to the hospital now. Another time, perhaps.â Having made his excuses for him, she expected Dino to leave, but instead he handed his empty mug back to her mother.
âDoes Batman have a cloak or some sort of coat? Anything you could wear over your outfit?â
Jamie frowned. âIâm not cold. Batman is tough and strong.â
âI know,â Dino didnât miss a beat. âBut the neighbours might be watching and you donât want them to know who you really are. A superhero likes to keep his identity a secret.â
Jamie turned his head and looked at the neighbouring cottages. âYou think they might be