He hadn’t intended being so long in Dorchester, but he’d unexpectedly bumped into John Mayhew and had joined him for a drink at The Bear Hotel. There’d been no reply from Helena when he’d texted her to say he’d be late. Now, he let himself in at the back door fully expecting to see her in the kit...
‘They’re always about being asked to go places, attend functions,’ he grumbled once, as she showed him the list. ‘Can’t be bothered.’ After Alexander had left to go to the gym the previous Thursday, Sabrina had concentrated on trying to decipher his terrible handwriting. Bit by bit she had manage...