Chapter 80

Colby himself popped out of a gilded door and plunged down the stairs, enthusiasm transforming Will Crawford’s pale sickly makeup into a lie. “You’re even earlier than you said you’d be! How was the flight? Did your sister like her present? Did you have lunch? What do you think of the hotel? I know the beds are a bit small but it’s such a lovely place and I can’t resist somewhere with shelves of books for guests to borrow and that beautiful eighteenth-century brickwork and—oh, sorry, sorry, you’ve only just got here and I’m talking at you!”