He’d been in the middle of playing a Beatles track on his guitar, practising for his gig in two weeks, when Suzy had decided to interrogate him about his hiring of a Belle. And what had started out as an angry exchange, had escalated into something far worse, something more cutting and malignant. How had his choice of employee led to her throwing his previous infidelity back in his face, anyway?
Oh yes, that was why. She’d accused him of fancying Evelyn, of only hiring her so that he could get in her knickers. That was laughable; he didn’t even like Evelyn. He’d told Suzy that too. He couldn’t blame Suzy for thinking that, he guessed. The last woman he’d hired, Greta, he’d ended up in bed with when Suzy had been away on business. It hadn’t been his finest hour . . . or finest three months
