"What I'm trying to say is, you can't change a guy. Concentrate on your own life. Someone whose hobbies include trying to break his neck on a motorcycle and slipping into a girl's bedroom first thing in the morning isn't worth bothering about." "He's actually been here since last night." Dad's fingers tightened on the doorknob even though his voice stayed light. "I really need to buy that shotgun." "He was sick and needed to lie down," said Kami. "Uh-huh," said Dad. "He was literally unconscious, and Mum and I had to carry him up the stairs." "Oldest trick in the book," grumbled Dad, but his brow cleared. "Claire didn't mention anything about this." "Maybe because she thought you'd go out and buy a shotgun?" "Maybe," Dad conceded. "