“Hey, come with me.”
Darren had gotten used to this, and simply tipped his head back to stare at Rachel over the top of the sofa. Ever since he’d moved in, she’d decided she was free to come and go as she pleased. Whether he locked the door while he was at work or not—she obviously had a key.
So he didn’t argue, or ask what she was doing in his flat. He simply said, “Why?”
“You’re being boring and alone, and I’m alone and bored, so let’s watch The L Word and eat pizza.”
“I had pizza last night.”
“Let’s have Chinese, then.”
“I’m watching the football.”
“It’s not your team.”
“What’s my team?”
“I don’t know, but I’m saying it’s not your team, so come over.”
“It is my team.”
“Not anymore. Come on!”
“Urgh,” Darren said, but heaved himself off the sofa anyway. He was at a loose end w
