She’d been having a proper day off, again, even in the midst of all the Festival preparations because Jago had finally admitted he wasn’t the ideal assistant and hired in part-time help. He followed her into the sitting room and asked, ‘How do you feel about getting out of here?’ The answer that should have been ‘No, thanks I’ve booked an appointment with a gay man in town who’s going to give me an aromatherapy massage’ turned into: ‘Where?’ It wasn’t the most gracious of answers but, in fairness, her brain did seem to have been taken over by another woman – a reckless one who wanted to spend time with him despite all her better judgement. The last time she would spend with him, alone. Jago didn’t seem to notice, or else was used to her brusqueness by now. ‘I’d like to have a day out at the seaside. Call it going back to the egg or the last meal of a condemned man.’ ‘On this occasion, you have the power of reprieve,’ she said softly. ‘Nice try and I take your point but this isn’t the same situation as Rhianna.’ ‘I didn’t mean that!’ He gave a sigh.
