‘No.’ I shrug. ‘Had a good day fishing?’

‘Yes. Thanks.’

‘How big was the one that got away?’ my sister asks.

‘Very funny,’ Greg says.

‘Are you going again tomorrow?’ I sound too bright.

‘If you don’t mind,’ my husband says, still regarding me suspiciously.

‘No. Of course not.’ How can I tell him that I have plans that don’t involve him being here? ‘I always encourage you to do what you want to do.’

My husband’s face darkens. ‘There’s no need to be sarcastic, Annie.’

‘I wasn’t!’

But with that, he bangs out to the garage.

‘Hmm,’ Lauren says. ‘Touchy.’

I sigh. ‘He’s like that all the time now. I can’t say anything without him biting my head off. I spend my life walking on eggshells.’

‘No wonder you want to get away.’ I say nothing to contradict that sentiment. Frankly, the more stubborn Greg becomes, the more it makes me want to disappear to Peru and, preferably, not come back. ‘Did you put the costumes in my room?’

I nod.

‘Thank goodness. We don’t want him finding out about this.’

I’ll second that.

So at nine o’clock on Sunday morning we’re rushing Greg out of the door, off for his day of fishing. If my husband is perplexed by my haste to shoo him out, then he says nothing. He probably just thinks that Lauren and I can’t wait to get to the shops or something. In his wildest dreams he wouldn’t imagine what the ‘something’ might be.

By ten we’re booted and suited in our bunny gear and back in business in our drive. By noon we’ve done six men – or more accurately their vehicles – and have a queue of six more which stretches down Goldstone Road. I’m also almost another hundred pounds nearer to my target.

Then just as I’m getting into my stride and I’m starting to relax, the sight of the next car freezes my blood. Blake Chadwick’s black Lotus Exige pulls into my driveway and stops right next to me.

‘I hope you haven’t waited long, sir,’ I say as coolly as I can manage as he steps out.

BC takes off his shades and lets out a long low whistle. ‘I’d have waited all day and more for this privilege.’

My heart bangs and my cheeks burn. Lauren sashays over. His eyes rove over both of us.

‘I had no idea you were a twin,’ he says. ‘Now my nocturnal fantasies will go into overdrive.’

My sister is looking intrigued. BC is looking not just hot, but scorching today in black jeans and a white shirt.

‘This is Blake Chadwick,’ I tell her. ‘My boss. The person who agreed that we could borrow these costumes.’

‘And very glad that I did.’