‘I persuaded a friend of mine to join us for lunch. Let’s go straight to the table.’
The dining room was across the hall, with more panelling, and a table set for three with a posy of flowers for centrepiece.
‘Courtesy of Sarah?’ asked Joss, then her smile congealed on her face as a man loomed in the doorway, ducking his head to enter the room. Instead of a formal suit he wore jeans and a thin dark blue shirt, but there was no mistaking his identity. Or the face which hardened to a mask at the sight of her.
‘Perfect timing, Dan,’ said Francis, grinning. ‘Let me introduce Miss Joscelyn Hunter—Joss to her friends, she tells me. Joss, this is Daniel Armstrong.’ He looked from one rigid face to the other, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. ‘Ah! You two know each other already.’
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