Henry Kehelland and his wife had never had children. Griseldis had never seemed to mind. She had her horses, her friends, her lovers and a house that she adored. She was active in the community and involved with a number of charities. She was content, happy even. That made his life easier. She didn"t pry; she didn"t ask where he"d been and with whom. Griseldis was Dutch, easy going, not prone to paranoia or concerns about British society"s attitudes to s*x. He would never intentionally hurt Grizzy. He"d never tell her about the child. The encounter with the mother had been a one-off. Kehelland smiled to himself. He wouldn"t change a thing.
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Perry Fairbrass was talking on the steps of a restaurant in Mayfair when he saw John Kinsella walking towards him. Fairbrass looked at his watch
