‘I take it back,’ he says, grinning. ‘Come on through. The girls are out on the terrace. How’s my gorgeous goddaughter?’ ‘I’m excellent, thank you,’ Stella says at the same time alarm bells ring in my head. ‘Girls?’ He jerks his head to the wall of glass doors, all of which are open. ‘Maddy’s here, shamelessly exploiting my roof terrace. They’re sunbathing.’ Oh fuck. That’s not good.
