She clicked her fingers to bring him back. ‘More?’
‘Yeah.’ He left his chair and began hunting in cupboards this time. ‘You answer one question and they’ll ask another, it’s inexhaustible. You’re hot property right now, so if you give in that just opens the floodgates.’
‘I could give you an exclusive,’ she said, sitting at the table and propping her head on her palm. ‘Tell them I’ll only talk to you.’
‘Flattering as that is, Gorgeous,’ he said over his shoulder before opening another cupboard. ‘I’m not a journalist.’
‘I thought you said you worked at the newspaper with Johnny.’
‘I do,’ he said.
‘What are you? A tea boy?’
This brought out a laugh from him. ‘I’m a photographer… and I’ve been stung by interviewing a friend’s girlfriend before. Like I said, I like my face. I learned my
