An adventurous spirit had made her leave her last job in response to her mother’s request.

‘I was getting bored,’ she said. ‘Same thing day after day.’

‘You certainly won’t get that with Amos,’ Janine had remarked.

She was right. After only a few days Freya remarked, ‘It’s like dealing with a spoilt child. Don’t worry. I can do what’s necessary.’

Luckily, Amos liked his stepdaughter and under her care his health improved. It was she who now came bouncing out onto the balcony and said, ‘Time for your nap.’

‘Not for another ten minutes,’ he growled.

She smiled. ‘No, it’s now. No argument.’

He grinned. ‘You’re a bully, you know that?’

‘Of course I know that. I work at it. Get going.’

He shrugged, resigned and good-natured, and let her escort him as far as his bedroom door. Janine would have gone in with him, but he waved her away.

‘I can manage without supervision. Just keep your eyes open for Darius. I can’t think what’s keeping him.’ He closed the door.

‘What’s going on?’ Freya asked as the two women walked away.

‘Goodness knows. He was supposed to arrive this morning but he called to say there’d been an unexpected delay.’

‘And then all the other sons, Leonid, Marcel, Travis, Jackson, just a few days apart. Why is Amos suddenly doing this?’

‘I can only guess,’ Janine said sadly. ‘He puts on this big act of being fully recovered, but he had a scare. He’s seen that his life could end at any time, and he’s…getting things sorted out, is how he puts it, starting with changes to his will.’

‘Funny, he’s so organised that you’d think he’d have fixed that ages ago.’

‘He did, but I believe he’s taking another look at all of his lads and deciding-I don’t know-which one will manage best-’

‘Which one is most like him,’ Freya said shrewdly.

‘You’re very hard on him,’ Janine protested.

‘No more than he deserves. Of all the arrogant-’