She parked on the road outside and phoned him because she didn’t fancy getting out of the vehicle to ring the doorbell. He laughed at her laziness but soon emerged from the house carrying a small overnight bag across his shoulder and a suit hanger in his hand, which he put on the back seat, then sat in the front. ‘What’s with the suit?’ Jessica asked, pulling away. ‘I figured if we’re staying at yours tonight and you’re cooking for Christmas tomorrow, it’d be nice to dress a bit smartly.’ ‘Is this to guilt me into wearing a dress?’ Adam laughed. ‘You’re so suspicious all the time.’ ‘It comes with the job.’ He chuckled again. ‘What’s the plan?’ ‘We’ve got to go to the supermarket to get some bits for tomorrow. I called Caz earlier and she doesn’t mind sleeping on the sofa tonight. We’re going to clear all the furniture to one side tomorrow, then pull the dining table out from the kitchen and eat in the living room.’ ‘And you’re really cooking?’ Jessica sounded as indignant as she could.
