Julian's car was exactly where Theo said it would be.
Sophie saw it from half a street away — dark, engine off, parked close enough to the gate that he could see the front door but far enough that it didn't look deliberate. She stood on the pavement for a moment, the afternoon cold settling around her shoulders, and watched the still shape of him through the windscreen. Just sitting. Waiting. A man who ran a company worth the better part of a billion pounds, who had not gone home.
She walked to the passenger door and got in.
He looked at her. She looked straight ahead.
"Theo told you I was here," he said.
"He did."
"Of course he did." A beat. "How was the coffee?"
"Lukewarm. The company was better." She turned to face him finally, and found his expression doing the thing it had been
