“Are you enjoying your book?” Alain asked Nora in what Rosaline now recognised as his “secretly mocking you” tone. She shrugged. “Well, you know. There’s a secret baby and a sexy Spaniard, what more can you want?” “Literary merit, perhaps?” offered Alain. Nora gave him a withering stare. “One of the best things about being seventy-three is that you can read whatever you like.”
