I sipped at my elderflower fizz, waiting for Joss to pull one of his trademark petulant strops. I guessed we’d be going Dutch on the meal now a shag was out of the question.
Instead he surprised me. After stroking his beard-thing for a moment or two, he said, ‘I can do better than that.’
‘Really?’
‘I can get you in there. Exclusive access to the Hall – and its mysterious lessee. And he’s a big fish, Lucy, a very big fish. This’ll be the scoop of your life.’
‘Who is he?’
Joss shook his head, peering fearfully around as if scouting for eavesdroppers.
‘If I tell you that you’ll be straight
on the phone to your editors. No, you have to come into the Hall and see it for yourself.’
‘That’s an invitation, then? As simple as that. Why would you let me?’
‘Let’s say I’m not entirely happy with the situation. A big press exposé might blow the whole thing apart and give me back my birthright.’
‘Birthright,’ I scoffed. ‘You’re such a little prince.’
‘Do you want this or not?’
‘I suppose so,’ I said, but I wasn’t sure. I wanted – needed – something that would get me off the Village Fete Desk, but this sounded risky and strange.
‘Right. Come into the estate office on Monday morning and we’ll discuss it further.’
‘Why not now?’
‘Are you wearing a wire?’
I burst out laughing.
‘Joss, this isn’t a spy drama! Wearing a wire! For God’s sake!’
He looked discomfited by my mirth, and knocked back his champagne cocktail until he fell into a coughing fit.
I took advantage of it to click off my mobile phone’s ‘Record’ setting in my handbag.
‘So, can you give me a clue?’ I asked.
He shook his head.
‘I’ll tell you on Monday.’ He paused, looking at me too intently for comfort. ‘You aren’t married or anything, are you?’
‘God forbid. You?’
He shook his head.
‘Came close, last year,’ he said. ‘Until she saw my bank statements and ran a mile.’
‘Oh, dear. Did she break your heart? What a shame.’
If there was more sarcasm than sympathy in my tone, I figured he’d understand.
He looked at me for a long time then, until the waiter came with our starters, forcing him to drop the eye contact. Just as well, because I was starting to feel giddy.
‘You still aren’t over it, are you?’ he said.