Chapter Forty-Eight
“There were nights of endless pleasure,” Gloria shouted in Ash’s ear. Ash grinned and turned to her, but Gloria had her gaze locked on the stage again. She’d been near ecstatic since they’d arrived at The O2.
Ash had driven them to London, in the car that she now owned to commute between work and Murraywood on the days when she didn’t want to take the train—with herself safely and skilfully behind the wheel, thank you very much. She had told Gloria they were having dinner with Lewis and Jonathan in the City, but really, Ash had secretly scored tickets to the Celine Dion concert Gloria had been moping about missing since they’d had their very first meal together. In Ash’s business, it was easy enough to know a guy who knew another guy who could arrange last minute VIP
