“I’m not leaving you,” Zee said, firmer this time. And I could tell he meant every word of it. “You either let me cut you down, and you take your chances, or I’m moving in right here.” “Make that two of us,” said Lucy. “Yeah, we’ll put some paintings up, get a nice sofa or something, there’s room for a bed.” “Two beds,” she added, raising a stern eyebrow. Zee blushed. “Two beds,” he said. “Three beds, really, when Simon turns up again. Either way, make your choice. We stay together, or we leave together, it’s up to you.”
