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Imogen looked around the scene of domestic complication in front of her and smiled. Brandon was stirring the risotto while Sahar got wine glasses out of the cupboard. He swatted her bum with the tea towel he kept over his shoulder, like the TV chef he wasn’t.
The three of them weren’t often all in the same place, with Sahar and Brandon out on the road, so Imogen savoured these moments when they could all be together.
Imogen went over to them, kissed Brandon on the cheek and hugged Sahar before grabbing plates. There really was no place like home.