‘TELL ME,’ MAX SAID, ‘how are you with helicopters?’

Ellen stared. ‘Helicopters?’

‘Yes. I’ve got one on standby,’ he informed her. ‘There’s a property out in the Chilterns I want to take a quick look at, and a helicopter is the fastest way.’

‘I’ve never been in one,’ Ellen said.

Max grinned. ‘Great—a new experience. You’ll love it.’

He bore her off towards the kerb, where his car was hovering. He wasn’t giving her a chance to object, just as he hadn’t given her a chance to run out of that fashion house. When she’d finally emerged from the changing room he’d wanted to punch the air, like he had...