He offers his arm and I link my arm through his. We wander away from the party into the gardens. I doubt we will be gone too long and that the team will be fine without me for a while. I’m sure whatever he wishes to discuss won’t take too long.

“It’s a lovely evening,” he says sounding as if he is observing something working exactly the way it should.

“I think it’s perfect,” I reply.

“Nearly perfect.” His remark tells me that he thinks something is missing.

“And what would make it perfect if I may ask?” I say looking up at him as we walk towards the beach....