We Have Lost The Chihuahuas (We Have Lost #4)

by Paul Mathews

Zori leant forward and gave him a peck on the cheek. ‘Thank you.’ Howie scouted round nervously. ‘And no more of that – or my wife will start putting two and two together and making five.’

This gave Howie the kind of warm feeling inside that only usually followed a large portion of chicken madras.