“Not as such,” Lindsay admitted. “But I’ve got a pretty shrewd idea where they are. I’m meeting Harry for breakfast tomorrow, and then we’ll go and see if we can get them.”

“There’s a treat for you,” Sophie teased. “A breakfast meeting with one of our leading politicians. Rather you than me.”

“What’s he like?” Lindsay asked, following her through to the bathroom where Sophie quickly stripped off and dived into the shower.

“He’s a pain,” Sophie shouted. “The sort who makes you feel distinctly iffy about gay solidarity. He’s basically a chancer. He tells people what he thinks they want to hear.”

“Sounds like the perfect recipe for a politician,” Lindsay called back.

“Harry’s problem is that Ros got all the brains in that family. Harry’s not half as bright as he’d like people to think he is, which is why he’s only ever going to be a back bencher. Speaking of recipes, what time are our guests due?”

Lindsay checked her watch. “In an hour.”

“Oh good,” said Sophie, emerging dripping from the shower. “Time for some fun, then.”

Antonis wiped his mouth delicately on his napkin and favored Lindsay with his most ingratiating smile. Looking at him, she could see exactly why Ruth had fallen for him. He had pale olive skin that hadn’t gone sallow even in the depths of the Scottish winter. Lindsay suspected him of patronizing the sunbeds at the Western Baths. His deep-set brown eyes oozed a sincerity she found spurious. A full mustache drew attention away from his aquiline nose and failed to cover a cruel twist to his full mouth. “May I compliment you on the exquisite dish, Lindsay? I have not tasted such fine pastry since I left Greece,” he said in his precise English with its faint trace of an accent.

“If I was you, Lindsay, I’d take that as a bit of a back-handed compliment. In my book, the Greeks don’t go down among the great pastry cooks of the world,” Ruth said with a giggle in her voice that Lindsay suspected had a lot to do with the amount of Chardonnay she’d drunk. Her own muddy complexion was flushed and her eyes were glazed over.

Antonis frowned slightly. “Do not mock at me, Ruthie,” he said softly but with a hint of menace.

Ruth flushed, but before anyone could say more, Lindsay stepped into the breach. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I must say I had a lot of fun cooking it. I missed cooking anything more elaborate than pasta when I was in Italy. There’s a limit to what you can do with a couple of gas rings and a grill.”

“Are you now back for good?” Antonis asked politely.