He’d been having second thoughts about agreeing to talk to Glitz!, even though the magazine’s editor had been delighted to learn of his change of heart. One of Glitz!’s senior writers had been lined up to conduct the interview. Indeed, if his train had arrived at Brookwood Station on time, he should be in a taxi, on his way to the house right now. But if having to give up one afternoon to entertain a complete stranger in his home wasn’t bad enough, next week the magazine was sending along a photographer, along with a makeup artist and stylist. He shuddered at the thought of having to pose among all his possessions so readers of the magazine could either envy him, or criticise his taste in interior design. But Amber thought it was the right thing to do, and, deep down, he trusted her judgement. A jangle of bells startled him. They’d kept the old-fashioned bell pull when they’d renovated the place, knowing it could be heard even in the farthest reaches of the mansion. Their visitor had arrived.
