For Bianca, the night was just getting better. The Irishman, being mysterious for once, had smiled, his black hair falling onto his forehead as he grinned rakishly, winking.

'We wanted to give you a night to remember, Pet," he said, kissing her on the cheek, and she stared at him, eyes wide.

"We've taken a room at Abbot's Hill," said St Just, pulling her ot him as the car moved forward smoothly.

This time Bianca's brows shot up.

Abbot's Hill was a sort of newly opened ...