LUCY
"Do you realise what time it is?’ His baritone voice demanded.
I paused halfway up the stairs and studiously consulted my watch. "Half past nine." I answered.
His lean features a set mask of self-restraint, Grant nonetheless prowled like a sleek, dark, hungry predator across the hall and spread his hands expressively. "Where the hell have you been until this hour?" he gritted from between clenched teeth.
"I went for a walk. I thought I’d give our visitors a chance to get on their bikes," I replied just as tightly. "Sorry I missed out on dinner but I made myself a sandwich in the kitchen. Now I’m off to bed. Goodnight."
"Goodnight?" Grant repeated, the mask slipping slightly to allow me a view of the angry exasperation he was struggling to control.
I hurried into the dressing roo
