Chapter 88

Sebastian woke to silence, and no one in the bed with him. The empty champagne bottle was propped up on what had been her main pillow, a rolled-up sheet of notepaper funnelled into its neck. Snatching it out, he unrolled the paper onto the crumpled sheets and read what she’d written.

‘Dear Don Juan,’ it began.

‘Sorry I can’t stay for breakfast, or afters. I have an appointment in town at eight. If you know anything about the popularity of André’s beauty salon, you’ll understand why I refuse to cancel. Then I have some shopping to do afterwards before heading off to the races, as usual. I’m sure you’ll find me there. You know my regular haunts. I presume you have something in mind for this evening, so, being a good little mistress, I’ll arrange to be free.

Ciao, Angela. P.S. Don’t shave!

Sebastian frowned down at the postscript. Don’t shave. What did she mean by that? Was she being sarcastic again?

Hell, was she ever anything else?

Sebastian crushe