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her letting her mates trash it like this.
    One of the girls suddenly noticed him standing there. Squealing, ‘Terry!’ as if she knew him well enough to be so familiar, she rushed over to him and tried to hug him.
    Snapping, ‘Leave it out, love. I’m not in the mood,’ Terry stomped into the kitchen, ignoring the calls of ‘Spoilsport!’ from the girls. Kicking the door shut, he slammed his keys down on the ledge. It was bad enough trying to cope with Leanne when she’d had a drink, but the thought of being pawed by a whole gang of pissed-up teenage girls made his skin crawl.
    Opening the oven door, he glanced inside, not in the least surprised to find it empty. His dinner had been waiting in there every other night this week, but he should have known better than to have expected Leanne to bother on a Friday night. It might be the end of his week, but it was just the beginning of hers, and she obviously had better things to do.
    Wishing he’d thought to stop off at the chippy on the way home, he opened the cupboard and pulled out the bread.
    Coming in just then, Leanne slinked towards him with a sexy smile on her face, purring, ‘Hey, gorgeous. Where’s my kiss?’
    Sidestepping her without a word, Terry opened the fridge and took out the margarine.
    ‘Oi, grumpy!’ she teased, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist. ‘What’s up with you?’
    ‘Don’t,’ he muttered, prising her hands away and walking back to the counter.
    Frowning, she pushed the door shut and folded her arms. ‘All right, what have I done?’
    ‘Do you need to ask?’ he said coolly, slapping two slices of bread onto a plate and looking for a knife.
    ‘Well, yeah . Wouldn’t bother if I already knew, would I?’
    Turning, Terry peered at her. He could have reminded her that she’d promised not to have the girls round this weekend. And he could have pointed out that he was absolutely knackered after a week of twelve-hour shifts, which he’d only taken on to try and get them out of the debt she ’d put them in. And he could have asked why she was so damn selfish that she couldn’t even be bothered to make his dinner when she must have known he’d be starving. But he couldn’t be arsed.
    Tutting when he shook his head at her before turning back to his sandwich-making, Leanne said, ‘Oh, so it’s like that, is it? You’re not talking to me. Right, well, fine. If you want to be miserable, go for it. But don’t think you’re ruining my party.’
    ‘God forbid,’ Terry muttered under his breath.
    Shooting him a dirty look, Leanne went back into the living room. Slamming the knife down on the ledge when he heard her turning the music up a couple of seconds later, Terry marched into the doorway and yelled at her to turn it down. Smiling defiantly, she reached down and turned it up some more, causing a barrage of protest from the next-door neighbour who immediately began to pound on the wall.
    ‘Pack it in,’ Terry snapped, walking across the room to turn it down himself.
    ‘Don’t you dare,’ Leanne hissed, her chin lifted in challenge as she stood in front of the machine. ‘I mean it, Terry. It’s mine, and I’ll have it as loud as I want.’
    Aware that her friends were all watching, waiting to see how he would deal with this, Terry’s voice was so low that he could barely hear himself when he said, ‘Stop being stubborn, Lee. Unless you want to get us evicted? ’Cos that’s what’ll happen if next door reports us to the council.’
    ‘He hasn’t got the bottle,’ Leanne retorted unconcernedly. ‘Anyway, they can’t just evict you like that these days. They have to have proof. And then you get warnings before anything happens, so stop being such a moany old man and chill out.’
    Knowing that there was no point trying to reason with her while she was being like this, Terry flapped his hands in a gesture of surrender and walked out of the room. Snatching his jacket off the peg, he was just