Mark turned around and looked squarely at Christina as the eggs crackled in the frying pan behind him, “Maybe we won’t be back at our desks. At least, I might not be.”

“Why not?”

“Trevor found a job for me,” Mark admitted.

Christina giggled. “Working as a model?”

“No,” Mark said, looking uncomfortable. “It’s a job in public relations. Trevor has been after me to take it since he got back. The offer was pretty impressive.”

The reason for Mark’s discomfort was becoming clear to Christina. “It’s not here, is it?” she asked.

“No, it’s in London. That’s why I don’t want to take it. To me, it looks like...