It sounded like a command rather than a question and, as it was Katrina’s birthday, Liv felt she had to obey. She followed her toward a structure that looked like a garden shed in the corner of the room. Heat blasted her face when she opened the door.

They sat together on a wooden slatted bench without speaking. The steam around them puffed like fog machines at a rock concert.

“Celeb biographies could be a real money spinner,” Katrina said. “Essie could be a useful asset...”

Liv couldn’t believe her ears. “She wouldn’t do that kind of thing. Why don’t you build on what you’ve got?”

Katrina stared at her through the steam. “Haven’t you discussed the contract with Jake yet?” she said.

Liv frowned. “What contract?” Her mind flicked back to the paperwork she’d found under Jake’s pillow and the figures she didn’t understand. What had he been discussing with Katrina on the night of the Paperpress staff awards?

“For our new glam logo and branding, of course,” Katrina said. “Jake’s offered to pay for it. He’s so generous.”

Liv wiped droplets from her forehead. “I don’t think so. We can’t even afford to—”

Katrina barked a laugh. “Says the lady in the designer dress, swimsuit and Dior sunglasses, who hobnobs with celebs and bought me a Machiavelli beach bag.”

Liv shivered in the heat. “What will a new logo cost?”

“Around twenty,” Katrina said.

Liv’s mind crashed. “What? Twenty thousand?”

“It’s not just a logo, it’s a vision,” Katrina said. “We’ll have to update the website, stationery, packaging and vehicles at least. It’s only the first stage. We’ll need new equipment after that. When my parents retire, Jake and I will control the business. The branding contract’s drawn up and ready. All we need is a solicitor to check it over. Then it’s full steam ahead.”

Perspiration snaked down Liv’s back. All around her was cloudy and she could no longer see. Her eyes started to burn.

“Gosh, it’s hot in here.” Katrina stood up and pushed the wooden door open. Her coif had remained intact. “Time for a swim, I think.”

Liv stood up and fell against the wall. She flopped out a hand to steady herself. When she staggered out of the sauna, she tried to gulp in fresh air. All she could smell was chlorine from the pool.

Jake, Mack and Johnny were splashing around in the shallow end. When Jake jumped up and slicked back his hair, he looked like a different person. Standing here with her new haircut and in her designer swimsuit, Liv wasn’t sure if he’d recognize her either.