She barely knew him, she reminded herself. Just because they’d had two lovely days together, where they had been able to talk to each other about almost anything. And, yes, there had a been a moment or two when she was fairly sure there was a fizz of something between them, but that didn’t give him the right to judge her actions. She could make her own decisions and she didn’t need Lorcan ‘high and mighty’ Gallagher judging her for it.

He’d urged her to live big. She didn’t realise he had a very clear idea of how big in his head. ‘Yes, Jo, live big and chase your dreams. But stop at the medium-sized dreams. Those old big dreams can get messy. Put yourself out there, but not, you know, actually out there.’ She imagined his face, his lips moving, his mouth speaking those words. She imagined the glint in his eyes. How he made her feel kind of shaky. It was okay to trust her gut, as long as she trusted his gut more.

‘Oh feck off!’ she mumbled, throwing open her case and starting to fill it. She vowed not to think about him any more and, besides, she had far more pressing things to worry about.

The previous night she had presented a perfectly groomed image of a woman in a designer suit, poised and elegant. The rest of her wardrobe – the wardrobe Ewan McLachlan would see over the course of the next three days – fell very much outside of the poised and elegant bracket.

What would he think when she rocked up in her black skinny jeans, her oversized T-shirt, Converse and the shapeless but exceptionally comfortable cardigan she wore on days when she felt like she needed a hug? It wasn’t like she could wear her fancy blue suit for several days in a row. It wasn’t exactly a versatile capsule item, and even if it were, it was currently en route to the dry cleaners after Mags had accidentally tipped half a gin and tonic over the trousers the previous evening. It had been shortly after they’d found a particularly handsome picture of Ewan through Google – one in which he looked like he was a real life Disney prince. Mags had declared herself having a hot flush and went to wave her hand in front of her face, realising just a moment too late she was still holding her drink.