Lola nodded and somehow managed to keep a straight face. When the door had closed behind Tim, she looked at Dougie and said, ‘OK, now I’ve lost my nerve.’
‘Thank God for that.’ Doug smiled his crooked smile and tucked his shirt back into his trousers.
‘So, your flat or mine?’
He raised an eyebrow. ‘I have Pot Noodles.’
Giddy with joy, Lola made herself decent. ‘That settles it then. A nice time followed by Pot Noodles.’
Dougie put his arm around her. ‘Who could ask for more?’