ELISE

Sebastian knocked on my door the next morning with coffee and an apologetic expression.

"I'm sorry about yesterday," he said when I opened it. "I was an ass. Let me make it up to you."

I wanted to stay angry and to demand answers about the phone call I'd overheard. But the circles under his eyes and the genuine regret in his voice made me soften.

"How?"

"Dinner tonight at a proper London restaurant, just you and me. No phone calls, no distractions. I promise." He held out the coffee ...