Chapter 107

• “Sounds great to me,” he said, hiding his surprise that she bothered to cook at all.
• Her town-house was even more of a surprise. Country-style furniture and very comfy, where he’d envisaged either ultra-expensive antiques or that cold, minimalist stuff you saw in style magazines. In no time he was sitting on floral-cushioned wooden chairs and forking spicy Thai chicken and noodles into his eager mouth, washed down with some refreshing Chinese tea.
• “You’ve no idea how much I enjoy eating food other people have cooked,” he said between mouthfuls.