Spread out on the sofa is six-foot-two of leather-jacket-wearing, paint-smeared smug bastard.

He ignores Mary entirely and fixes his cold gaze on the bloke she's brought in with him.

Mary may recognise the look on his face.

"I knew you liked that pile of dreck, but honestly?" he asks, not hiding the light smile that plays on the edge of his mouth. "Bringing home a cheap look-alike for a quick shag? I must say I'm a bit disappointed."