Bounding down the stairs, she hoped that Gary hadn’t called round for early-morning sex. She’d have to tell him that she wouldn’t be seeing him again, she decided as she checked her reflection in the hall mirror. And she wanted John out of her life, too. She’d arranged to see David again that evening, and she didn’t want other men getting in the way. ‘John,’ she said as she opened the front door. ‘It’s rather early. I’m not even dressed yet.’ ‘Sorry,’ he said, walking past her into the hall. ‘I have to speak to you, Mandy.’ ‘I’ll make some coffee,’ she sighed, closing the door and wandering into the kitchen. ‘Do you realise that it’s only seven-thirty?’ ‘I saw you last night, Mandy,’ he said accusingly, leaning in the kitchen doorway. ‘You were at the Riverside pub with a man.’ ‘Yes, that’s right. We went out for a drink.’ ‘I thought we were going to get back together?’ ‘We are, John.’ ‘But … you were out with some old guy.’ ‘That’s David, the man who lives next door to mum and dad.
