‘Tada,’ she says. ‘Let’s go for a dip.’
‘Break into the lido? What if someone calls the police?’
‘Don’t be such a baby,’ she says with a grin. But she means it. Don’t call me a baby, I want to reply. I swallow hard. She’s looking at me, the challenge clear as daylight despite the dark.
‘Will we have to get naked?’
‘It’s called skinny-dipping for a reason.’
No name-calling this time. I fear it’s not an improvement. I don’t have a choice.
‘You go first.’
I climb over the fence. Then I notice the guard dog.