‘Libby Quinn, I want you to tell the God’s honest truth here. Did you send my book to anyone other than Ewan? Please don’t lie, this is very important.’

There was a pause. ‘Please don’t hate me,’ Libby began. ‘I just thought you needed an extra push and so I sent it out, but only to a couple of people.’

‘A couple of people? What kind of people?’ Jo asked, her heart now thumping furiously at the realisation this email could actually be legitimate.

‘Well, some agents. You know…’ There was a distinct nervousness to Libby’s tone.

‘Graham Westbury? Did you send it to Graham Westbury?’ Jo pressed.

‘Yes,’ Libby said quietly. ‘I did. I’m sorry, Jo. I thought I was doing the right thing and I was going to tell you, but you were so mad about me sending your work on to Ewan, I didn’t want to rock the boat further. I can’t apologise enough.’

‘Libby,’ Jo said, feeling a little light-headed. ‘Don’t apologise. There’s no need. Libby, he wants to represent me.’

The first thing she heard was Libby’s scream, then she heard Libby explain what was going on to Noah and she heard him cheer. But both were drowned out by the cheering in her own head. Oh my God, she thought. This is actually happening.

After a few more squeals of congratulations, Jo managed to thank Libby and vow to see her later before ending the call. She pulled on her Converse and gave herself one last glance in the mirror. She had to tell Ewan. He would be over the moon for her. That they would be sharing an agent was even better. She grabbed her phone and her keys and left for the dining room to meet him.

He’d believed in her all along, she thought with a rush of affection. She couldn’t wait to tell him about Graham’s email and see that irresistible smile of his again. The way she was feeling at that very moment, she wasn’t sure that she wouldn’t just grab him and kiss him herself. Round two of what he’d started the night before.

Her heart was thumping, her smile wide and heart filled with joy when she walked into the dining room and saw him sitting by the window, drinking his coffee and reading one of the morning papers.

Once she gave her room number to the waiting staff, she crossed the room, sat down in front of him and grinned liked an absolute lunatic.

‘You look much too chipper for someone who drank almost as much as I did last night,’ Ewan said, his smile mirroring her own. This happiness thing must be contagious after all, she thought.

‘My head feels like it might actually explode,’ she said, ‘but I am happy. Ridiculously happy.’