Dylan smiled. ‘I feel like I can relax now that I’ve proven myself.’

‘I’m so proud of you,’ Lucy said.

‘Oh, God, Mum, don’t get emotional.’

‘I won’t, but I’m really proud of you. You didn’t have it easy with no father in your life, but you’ve never let that hold you back. You’re just brilliant.’

Dylan put his arm around her. ‘You’re not so bad yourself, Mum.’

‘See you on Monday,Dylan,’ the blonde called.

Lucy saw her waving at him.

‘See you, Taylor.’

‘Who’s she?’ Lucy asked.

‘A girl in my year.’

‘She’s very pretty.’

‘And smoking hot.’

Lucy laughed. ‘Well, yes, I suppose that too. She seems to like you, from the number of times she flicked her hair when she was talking to you earlier.’

‘Do you think so? Really?’

‘Yes.’

He grinned. ‘I thought I was getting somegood signals, but she’s kind of flirty with all the guys.’

‘No, she definitely likes you. Trust me, I’m a woman. I know these things.’

Dylan’s grin broadened. ‘Cool.’

‘Just be careful to choose the right girl, you deserve someone really special.’

Dylan snorted. ‘I’m not looking for a wife, Mum, just a bit of fun.’

‘But not too much. You need to focus on football and your books.’

‘Did yousay football and boobs?’

Lucy hit him playfully with her handbag and they walked to the car laughing.