She’d always felt completely at ease here in Liam’s home and this abrupt transition to self-conscious edginess was hard to come to terms with. She walked over to the far wall which was almost completely glazed. She looked out blindly towards the great view of the river. The same view could be enjoyed from his roof garden, which she usually tended while he was travelling. It was a tranquil oasis in the middle of the city. ‘Here we are indeed. Sorry about the mess. I didn’t think I’d be having a visitor.’ ‘Didn’t you?’ His eyebrows lifted and his smile neither confirmed nor denied her suspicions. ‘It’s the books, I never seem to have enough space to put them,’ he observed with an uncharacteristically vague expression. ‘And I never did get around to replacing my cleaning lady.’ Jo wasn’t fooled. Whilst his words and manner might be casual, she was aware that the expression in his eyes was anything but that. He was sifting and analysing every nuance in her voice, every flicker on her face.
