Chapter SevenMy phone rang that Saturday as I lay drifting in and out of sleep. It was Melissa and it was not nine in the morning!
“I've just landed at Heathrow, Terry. Can you meet us at Chester Square? I'm home and Megan is with me. We're through customs and just about to join the queue for a cab. We should be there just after ten. There's nothing in the fridge but I know a great little place for breakfast on the other side of Battersea Bridge. We'll need your car to get there. Sold the Roller to an Arab yesterday and he took James on as his driver. So I'm carless and chauffeur-less. Not looking for another job, are you? Oh, I'm still in love with you by the way!” Her voice was full of excitement, instantly reminding me of our first meeting and that run through the gardens of the villa
