Chapter Six
“You know,” Carrie said to Dave as she put the cat blanket she’d taken from Toodles’ carrier on the top of his music centre, “I just realised that this is the first time I’ve been here. I’ve given you a lift home plenty of times, but I’ve never been inside your flat. Isn’t that weird?”
Dave was sitting on his sofa, his hands on his knees. He’d been quiet while Carrie had been making her pets comfortable. A muscle in his jaw twitched. “Yeah. It’s weird. Is there a reason you’re putting that there?”
“Yes. Toodles likes to sleep in high places.”
“Right.”
“And this is such a great place,” Carrie went on. “I’m surprised you don’t want to show it off more. It’s so stylish and neat and tidy. I mean, look at this cream carpet you’ve got, it’s immaculate. And the walls, there isn’t
