Page 186 of The Love Letter

Joanna, no!

‘Right,’ Simon said.

‘It’s gripping, actually, though utterly unbelievable, of course. I mean, this stuff just doesn’t happen, does it? Does it, Simon?’ she prompted him.

‘No, of course it doesn’t. Right, I’m going inside to get a cool drink. Want anything?’

‘Some iced tea would be great.’

Simon walked up to the house, sweating profusely. He went into his office and dumped the files containing the restaurant accounts on his desk, then checked his emails on his iPhone.

[email protected]

Subject: Urgent

Call me. Something’s come up.