Jordan darts over to Benny and lifts him, gently, but awkwardly, away from his bowl. ‘Come on, furball, you want to try some delicious Pussy Paws canned food?’

Benny squirms out of his grip and bolts into our bedroom.

‘Jordan!’ I hand him a stick with a clump of yellow feathers on the end. ‘He’ll be under the bed. Go and coax him out with this. And please don’t do that again. Let him finish his food and try to tempt him later.’ Two straggling tufts of yellow plumage dangle from the ribbon, the rest of the feathers scattered around the flat. Presumably, from Benny playing about last night.

Jordan sighs. ‘I don’t think Benny likes me. I’ll wait ‘til Robert gets here.

‘Cats are fickle, Jordan. Perhaps you will win him over with the taste-testing.’

‘Thanks for arranging this, Grace. I appreciate it. It will be helpful.’

I’m reminded of Jordan waving at his clients as they whirred, bare-chested, under the disco ball the night we first met. His dedication to his work was so endearing. Maybe, it still is?

‘I’m sorry about what I said on the show. I should never have put you in such a position.’

‘I remember, you tried to warn me.’

‘Still. I’ll be more careful from now on.’

Jordan clears his throat. ‘It’s not all bad. One of the partners asked if I can could get a cheap sponsorship deal with SC6. I’m on his radar.’

This morning in the kitchen, the light’s just right.

‘I’ll see what I can do re a sponsorship of our show. Anything else to make it up to you?’

I don’t say this suggestively, just brightly. I hope Jordan doesn’t misinterpret. It’s too soon for us to jump into bed. The magic will have to build first, this time.

‘We cleared the freezer out of sausage rolls last night,’ he grins. ‘You could top them up again? They are the best.’

‘I’ll do some baking this evening. Sausage rolls, mini quiches, anything else?’

‘Those prawn things in filo?’

‘Deal.’

‘Maybe those chocolate dipped nut things?’

‘My home-made florentines? I think I have a tin of them stashed somewhere.’ I check the pantry and pass the tin to Jordan.

‘Amazing. Thank you’

‘Pleasure.’

We exchange awkward smiles.

Jordan disappears downstairs. Where else?

After I clean the kitchen and set Benny up for the day with sufficient water and clean litter, I head into work, determined not to make a mockery of Jordan, or our relationship, for our fourth recording. When we finish, I’m satisfied I managed not to mention my mystery boyfriend. Joanna, however, is not best pleased.