Rachel came home at four; Jayden was woken from a light doze by her keys in the front door, and Darren grumbled incoherently as she meandered past, wished Jayden a belated Merry Christmas, and kicked his boyfriend.
“Hey!” Jayden protested. Darren merely made a rumbling sound, like an angry cat. Jayden blinked at him, and Rachel snorted.
“He’s in the way!” she defended herself, pulling an innocent face, and took her shopping bag into the kitchen. “How was your mum’s house?”
“Busy,” Jayden said, “but it was good. Your sister’s?”
“Oh God, she’s only f*****g pregnant,” Rachel complained loudly, banging the kitchen cupboard above the toaster. Jayden listened intently and relaxed again when he heard her pop the padlock back on. “Everyone’s been asking me when I’m going to find a nice guy and
