Proud of herself for withstanding everything he’d thrown at her, but that justice had tipped in her favour in the end. Like the thousands of times before, he turned a deaf ear to his girlfriend’s fatuous attempt at comedy and read on. “Your word means nothing.”
Fortunately for him, an idea struck him and he shifted between her and the door. “Nice and deep that’s it. To avoid that, he’d waited till today to tell her. “Anyway, sorry about that Kiara. If it goes too far and we’re doing the washing up, I’m sending you into the kitchen ok?” He was smiling playfully over at her as he said it, no bitterness behind it at all. He quickly pinched each of the cuffs and pulled the arms back up again, preferring how it had been in the first place. She dipped her hand into one of the inside pockets, but there was nothing there. Phil was keeping a firm eye on the level of the drink as it rapidly descended.
