She had overslept after a strangely disturbed night and so missed the tube train she had wanted to catch and was forced to wait several minutes for the next. Jason was waiting in the hall, his leather coat over his shoulders, smoking impatiently. 'So you've come,' he said rather coldly, his eyes going over her, taking in the familiar shabby jeans and the black polo-necked sweater. 'Did you doubt it?' she countered. 'I began to wonder.' He led the way into the kitchen and gave her a swift briefing on where to find all the things she would be most likely to need. 'Do what you think is necessary,' he told her. 'But don't touch the papers on my desk in the study. I'll sort them myself tonight. And don't take it as a personal affront. Mrs Birch has exactly the same instructions,' he added irritably, as Catriona bit her lip at the harshness in his voice. 'I've written the studio number and my extension on the pad by the phone. Ring if you get into difficulties,' he said, and was gone. The flat seemed very quiet when she was alone.
