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I’m fine. What am I doing now?’
    ‘ Wedding invitations.’ Jocelyn placed a fan of glossy cream card on his desk. ‘I think the gold’s the best. The others are a bit…well gaudy. And you’ve lunch at twelve. Caroline’s on her way.’
    Still focused on his fountain pen, Sebastian picked it up, playing it through his fingers, caressing it, rocking it from side to side, weighing it up. He nodded, obviously distracted.
    ‘ Joss, how did you find that design company?’
    ‘ Impromptu Design? I told you, I was having coffee with Daphne; she’s Senor Marquez, the Spanish Ambassador’s new PA. She was raving about them. They’ve done fantastic work all over Spain and in Italy too. Senor Marquez insisted they do the new Spanish Cultural Institute, and, well, if they’re good enough for him, I thought they could help us here. Get rid of all that awful...’
    ‘ Brown . I know. I’m sick of it. But Alex, the girl who came to see you, did she ask about me?’
    ‘ You?’ Jocelyn almost laughed, ‘why on earth would she have asked about you? Unless you feel the need for a coat of paint you’d hardly be within her remit.’
    Finally snapping out of his reverie, Sebastian smiled sheepishly. ‘You’re right, and I’m sorry if you wanted to look after the colour scheme, but it turns out that I knew her a long time ago…’ he paused, not wanting to go into detail, ‘and,’ he winced, ready for a verbal onslaught, ‘I suggested she went with the purple colour in our logo.’
    Jocelyn’s face creased in a smile. ‘I’ve given her the samples. That will be lovely don’t you think? A few feature walls and some nice paintings...’
    Sebastian heaved a sigh of relief. ‘That’s what I suggested.’
    ‘ Excellent. Now you’ve letters to sign and Jackson needs your okay on some elements of the New York deal before lunch.’
    Raising his hand to his forehead in a mock salute, Sebastian pulled his chair back into his desk. A widow at twenty-five, Jocelyn had been recruited by his grandfather for her steely resolve and ability to manage staff, but she had a gentle side as well, as Sebastian had discovered early on, and a penchant for Belgian chocolates. They had quickly found their own level, a mutual understanding that made them a powerful team.
    A voice from the door made them both jump.
    ‘ Darling aren’t you ready yet?’ The high-pitched tones of Sebastian’s fiancée, Caroline, brought him back to earth with a bump. Paris meets Buckingham Palace, her Rs rolling like a Bateau Mouche down the Seine. ‘The girls downstairs said you were only talking to Joss so I thought I’d whiz up and move you along.’
    Bustling in through the office door, the flounces and layers of her extravagant mocha silk skirt rustling, Caroline glanced at her reflection in the coffee table as she passed, smoothing her waist-length ebony hair behind her ears, pursing her lips, glossed blood red, before beaming an expectant smile at her fiancé. Sebastian looked back at her, lost in thought for a moment. In the light from the chandelier her pale skin was almost translucent, typically Irish, her dark hair and eyebrows classically French, favouring her mother. It had always amazed him that her brother Cormac, his best friend for as long as he could remember, shared none of her traffic-stopping Gallic looks; instead, he took after his father, a Kerryman born and bred, with a shock of red hair to prove it. The only red-headed vigneron in St Emilion, Cormac Audiguet-O’Reilly would be taking over the family chateau when his father retired.
    Sebastian took a look at his watch. ‘But it’s only 10.30.I thought we weren’t meeting until 12.00?’
    ‘ That’s for lunch darling, but we’ve lots to finalise before we tee up with Sylvia. She can hardly plan the wedding on her own now, can she?’
    ‘ Will it take long?’ Sebastian frowned, one eye on his desk diary, trying to work how he could juggle the morning to compensate for the