He nodded, looked at his watch and tried to cover a yawn.
“I’m talking about you and your floozy, my boy.”
“Aunt Aida! She’s my most trusted aide.”
“She’ll be pregnant before Christmas and it’ll be too late. Mark my words.”
He kissed her soft, powdery cheek goodbye.
Taking Tanya’s arm he led her to his sports car.
“Dotty old bat’s talking nonsense again. Think we can beat the rush hour and get an early dinner at the hotel?”
Tanya smiled.
“She was on about you getting preggers. What a load of tosh. Right?”