‘Why are you here?’

‘I told you, Jo. I am helping Templeton Towers out until the end of the year. They are desperate to keep the music going, especially given what else has been going on here over the last few months. And I couldn’t turn down the offer. Especially as an old boy of the place.’

Jo Bishop looked at her brother. She almost believed him. But then he only had to look at her – at any woman, for that matter – and the truth became an irrelevance. Tristram Bishop was ageing well, despite the trauma of his wife’s death. Poor Gemma: cancer-ridden to the point where she was unrecognizable. Jo had hardly dare visit. She had only gone once.

The next time she had seen Trissy was at the funeral.

And now he was back in her l...

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