‘You haven’t lost that chip on your shoulder, then?’ he said, quite politely but with a glint of challenge in his eye. ‘Always ranting against anything remotely poncey or posh.’
‘Actually, I’ve developed a few poncey, posh tastes over the years,’ I confessed, fidgeting with the menu. ‘I’m very snobby about sausages now, for example, having lived in Hungary where the sausage is taken very seriously.’
Joss chuckled, his eyes brightening.
‘You have to be snobby about your sausages,’ he said. ‘Inferior sausages are quite intolerable.’
‘Well, yes.’
We ordered drinks and then sat, looking at each other until the tension almost cracked the artisan glass candle-holder.
‘So,’ he said, at the same time as I said, ‘Well.’
I looked away.
‘You aren’t here to reminisce about old times, are you, Lucy?’ he said softly, drawing my attention straight back to him.
‘My memories aren’t exactly fond,’ I snapped.
‘No. So why are you here?’
‘It’s been nine years. Perhaps it’s time to let bygones be –’
‘You’re a journalist, aren’t you?’ It was so abrupt, I started.
‘Cut to the chase, why don’t you?’ I said.
‘I didn’t want all that bygones crap to drag on,’ he said, accepting his champagne cocktail from the waiter while I took my, yes, elderflower fizz. ‘I know why you’re here.’
‘Do you? Please enlighten me.’
‘You’ve scented a story and you want to use your old connection with me to get at the heart of it.’
Very nicely deduced. I had to hand it to him, along with his scalpel of truth.
‘You’re not denying it,’ he said after a pause.
‘Why bother?’ I said. ‘If that’s what you want to think.’
‘It isn’t, actually. What I want to think is completely different.’
‘What, that I’ve come running back into your arms, ready for you to stab me in the back again? What do you take me for?’
‘Are you ready to order?’ the waiter asked.
We pinched our lips and muttered our food orders with flaming cheeks.
‘So you heard about somebody leasing the Hall,’ said Joss once the waiter was out of earshot.
‘Everybody’s talking about it. Of course I did.’
‘And you want to know who?’
‘And why.’
‘Of course, why. Lots of rumours out there, I hear.’
‘Tons. Are you going to put a stop to them? By telling me the truth of it?’