I stop, angry that I’d fooled myself into thinking that spontaneous love-making was what we needed. I’m even angrier when he lets me walk away.

‘I’m going to do some work,’ I say, letting myself out of the back door, knowing that I won’t be able to sleep until I work out what Jacob’s wife might know and where she got her information from.

Once I’m in the office, I put the lamps on and will Jacob’s case file to fly from wherever it is and slot back into its rightful place in my filing cabinet by the time I get to it. I walk painfully slowly, as if giving it every last chance to do what I so want it to.

But no matter how hard I look, it’s not here. Shit.

If Vanessa has managed to find him because my security is so lax, I’ll never forgive myself.

I perch on the edge of my desk, reading through my notebook, though what I’m looking for I don’t know. Defeated, I take my glasses off and rub at the bridge of my nose.

‘Hey,’ says a voice, making me jump out of my skin.

‘Jeez, will you quit scaring me?’ I say, as Leon’s face emerges from the darkness into the light.

‘What has got into you tonight?’ he says.

‘Nothing,’ I say, waiting for my heart rate to subside. ‘I thought you’d gone to bed.’

‘I had, but then something came in on my phone and I had to get my laptop, which was on the dining table . . .’

I look at him, wondering where this is going.

‘And then I found this and wondered if it was what you were looking for earlier.’

He holds out a folder and raises his eyebrows.

‘Oh my god,’ I say, snatching it from him. ‘Where did you find this?’ I check inside that it’s what I think it is.

‘It was on the dining table,’ he says. ‘In full view.’

‘It couldn’t have been, I had the whole place upside down.’

‘Well, it was there, hiding in plain sight.’

‘Thank God for that,’ I say, almost to myself. If Jacob’s wife hasn’t got the information from me, there’s a greater chance that she’s just calling his bluff.

‘So, can you come to bed now?’ he asks, coming towards me.

Even in the low lighting, I can see that his eyes have changed. Gone is the coldness of just half an hour ago, having been replaced by the softness that made me fall in love with him.

Without saying a word, he pushes me back onto my desk, sending the pen tidy crashing to the floor. He unbuttons himself before lowering himself on top of me, planting soft feathery kisses on my neck.

‘Turn the lights off,’ I say, as he unbuttons my blouse.