had a nanny when you were growing up and went to a posh boarding school.>
What would a hands-on mum have been like? Roz had begged her dad for stories about her mother. She had never been real to her. The one small photograph he had was black and white, and didn’t convey any hint of the vibrant woman he told her about. And now the poor little rich boy was complaining.
Andy didn’t rise to her bait.
What? She had run a computer search on Andy, but his background was a mystery.
She wished she did.
The memory of that particular place made her shiver. Frankie’s little caravan, small as it was, was warm and cosy in comparison.
Roz paused, and then decided to go for it. There was something about the pre-dawn silence which made it easy to ask awkward questions.
The inside of the castle had changed her mind about a lot of things. The huge drawing room took half a forest to heat. Lucky there was one outside. From here, she could hear the trees swaying in the breeze.
Andy jumped on that, of course.
Roz laughed.
That wiped the smile off her face. She messaged quickly.
Of course he did. Why had she allowed herself to forget who he was?
She might as well pump him while he was feeling chatty.
He knew too damn much. She shivered.
She was happy to change the subject.
Roz was sorry she hadn’t managed to take them for as much cash as possible while she was at it. Seeing Natalya crying every week when half her benefit went into the moneylender’s clutches had made her break her rule about staying out of sight. It had been a stupid risk but worth it.
Like an echo, Andy messaged,
She wasn’t going to agree with him.
What would a hands-on mum have been like? Roz had begged her dad for stories about her mother. She had never been real to her. The one small photograph he had was black and white, and didn’t convey any hint of the vibrant woman he told her about. And now the poor little rich boy was complaining.
Andy didn’t rise to her bait.
What? She had run a computer search on Andy, but his background was a mystery.
She wished she did.
The memory of that particular place made her shiver. Frankie’s little caravan, small as it was, was warm and cosy in comparison.
Roz paused, and then decided to go for it. There was something about the pre-dawn silence which made it easy to ask awkward questions.
The inside of the castle had changed her mind about a lot of things. The huge drawing room took half a forest to heat. Lucky there was one outside. From here, she could hear the trees swaying in the breeze.
Andy jumped on that, of course.
Roz laughed.
That wiped the smile off her face. She messaged quickly.
Of course he did. Why had she allowed herself to forget who he was?
He knew too damn much. She shivered.
She was happy to change the subject.
Roz was sorry she hadn’t managed to take them for as much cash as possible while she was at it. Seeing Natalya crying every week when half her benefit went into the moneylender’s clutches had made her break her rule about staying out of sight. It had been a stupid risk but worth it.
Like an echo, Andy messaged,
She wasn’t going to agree with him.
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