‘He’s in the business?’ queried Jordan, his stomach lurching.

‘Wall Street. He’s the Appleton of Appleton and Drake, the commodity traders.’

‘Different sort of finance altogether,’ insisted Jordan, the alarm receding. ‘All far too clever for me.’

‘And me,’ she said as she smiled. ‘I don’t understand any of it.’

Thank God he hadn’t gone on to his two New York inventions, Jordan thought. ‘I’ve visited New York, of course. Great city. But I haven’t done any business there.’

‘I prefer the Hampton’s,’ she repeated.

She’d opened the subject at last! Jordan said, ‘Is your husband joining you here?’

‘No!’ Alyce said, sharply.

‘I’m sorry,’ hurried Jordan, feigning the embarrassment to match hers earlier. ‘I didn’t… forgive me…’

‘Let’s talk about something else.’

‘Let’s,’ agreed Jordan, anxious to maintain his self-imposed schedule. ‘Have you read Dumas?’

Alyce frowned, confused by such an abrupt switch. ‘I tried him in the original French but ended up with the translation.’

‘Which book?’

‘ The Man in the Iron Mask. What else?’

It was like winding a clockwork toy, knowing how it would respond when the catch was released. ‘Have you any plans for tomorrow?’

The frown returned at the further apparent switch. ‘No?’

‘Will you trust me to take you on a mystery journey?’

‘Should I?’

The first hint of flirtation, Jordan recognized. ‘That’s for you to decide.’

She made as if to consider it. ‘I’ll take the risk.’