“And suddenly there he was, emerging from the staircase and walking toward them, parting the crowd like Moses. If Moses were Swedish. And incredibly hot. To Luna’s eyes, the whole room seemed to turn his way as he strode across the bar, nodding hello to a few people who raised their hands to him in greeting; TV types, Luna presumed. She felt a thrill of pride as she noticed that he was wearing her favourite suit, the dark grey one, looking like…

‘Oh my days, it’s like a bloody Paco Rabanne advert,’ Kayla exclaimed, elbowing Nancy in the ribs and nodding in his direction.”