‘That’s exactly why I am not saying anything. It’s Josh. And you should know better than anyone what that means to me. It’s not just a bunch of lurid details to share with my roommate.’

‘So, now I’m just your “roommate”?’ It was my turn to roll my eyes at her. ‘Whatever – I don’t care about that. At least tell me if it was good.’

‘It was good,’ I said plainly.

She reacted with far more glee than, A) I thought possible for Hannah to display, and B) than seemed to be appropriate for anyone to display at hearing that Josh and I had hooked up. I shook my head and pushed past her just in time to see Josh standing across the room with Kiersten. And she had her stupid little ugly hands wrapped around Josh’s biceps. And(!) she was whispering to him. Worse yet, he was smiling. My temperature spiked and I could almost hear the steam coming out of my ears.

The sound of my mobile ringing from inside my handbag called me back from the brink. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d used it, and here it was ringing at a particularly inopportune time. I dug around inside my bag, pulled it out, and answered without looking at the screen. I don’t know who I expected. My sister, I guess. She was the only one who had cause to call me right then. Maybe she wanted to confirm what time my flight got in.

‘Hello?’ I said, a slight edge in my voice.

‘Sarah. I’m glad I finally get to hear your voice again.’

Shit. It was the silver fox – calling me right when I was in the middle of a jealous rage. I couldn’t believe the irony. I walked straight back into the corner which, mercifully, Hannah had already vacated, and somehow I found my voice – my pleasant voice. ‘Hello, James. How are you?’

‘I’m brilliant. And you?’ I looked over at Josh and the pretty little redhead, and felt my stomach tighten again. Then I turned my back on them and mustered as much attention for my caller as I could.

‘Just lovely, James. Greek Island life agrees with me I think.’ I sounded far breezier and more sophisticated than I was. He chuckled. Of course, he was a man who could pull off a chuckle.

‘I can imagine,’ he replied. ‘By my reckoning, you finish your trip tomorrow and are heading back to London, yes?’ Oh dear.

‘Yes.’ I am one hundred per cent sure it came out as a squeak.

‘Wonderful. I really hope you’ll consider seeing me. I’d love to show you my London, if you’ll let me.’ James’s London. No doubt it was splendid and fancy and extravagant – all the things I was not, but had often longed to be.