Just gone a short hour and Stephen missed him. Feelings born of fire and hope, feelings he’d never experienced before meeting Jan Phillips, were suddenly threatened, and yet there was so much to know about this Jan Phillips. Stephen curled up in front of the fire and sipped on a weak gin and tonic. He smiled, remembering the startled look on Jan’s face when he opened the door at Larry Sinclair’s party. You’ve come a long way from there. Stephen checked the clock and dialed a private number in Denmark. “Hallo?” “Hello, Aunt Margot. It’s Stephen.” “Stephen! You naughty boy! What have you been doing with yourself that you don’t call your auntie?” “Aunt Margot, are you sitting down?” “Ja, so what is so important I should be sitting?” “I’m in love, Aunt Margot! I can’t keep it in. For the first time in my life, I’m really in love. I had to tell someone, and you’ve always wished me the best in life, so I—” “Oh, Stephen, I’m so glad for you. This is a man you’re talking about, isn’t it?”
