“Oh my God, you are flirting.” This time, Ricky grinned. “Don’t flatter yourself.” It came out oddly rehearsed, as if he had read up on plausible responses since the last time and memorised one. Carrie managed a grin back. “Careful,” she said. “People might think we’re mates.” Ricky stared at her, the ruby red fading from his eyes.
