Jon Lyle was accustomed to many things. Encountering a pretty blonde teenager in pyjamas in his boyfriend’s flat was not one of them.
He simply stared for a moment, and then Liz appeared in a t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms, looking half-awake, and slid an arm around the teenager, at which point Lyle finally recognised the girl as Liz’s girlfriend. Juliet Sayers murmured something inaudible to Liz, and then vanished into Liz’s bedroom.
“Morning,” Liz said inaccurately. It was twelve o’clock exactly. “What’s up?”
“I’m moving in.”
Liz yawned. “Does this mean you officially have a toothbrush in Dad’s bathroom now?”