10
Wendy unlocked her front door, dumped her bag by the shoe cupboard and walked through into her kitchen.
‘Curry or Chinese?’ Xav said, holding two takeaway menus up in the air. ‘And before you ask, no, I’m not cooking.’
‘I wouldn’t want you to,’ she said, putting her arms around her waist and kissing him.
‘Oh, charming.’
Wendy laughed. ‘What I meant was I’d rather we got to spend the evening together, relaxing. It’s no fun if one of us is stuck in the kitchen. We might as well make the most of it.’
Xav raised his eyebrows. ‘Oh yeah?’
She punched him playfully on the arm. ‘You’ll be lucky. Especially if you conk out in front of the telly at half eight again.’
‘I’ll have you know I was merely closing my eyes.’
‘And snoring.’
‘Breathing heavily.’
‘Call it whatever you want. I lik
