‘You and Saskia need to get your stories straight,’ I say. I hold my mobile up to show him Josh’s message. For the first time, he looks rattled.
‘He’s got a cheek, sending you a text when he knows you’re with me.’
‘What do you think that means? “Saskia’s told me everything?” ’
He blanches. Scritches his beard. ‘God knows. You know what a diva she is. She’s probably made up some story to get back at him. Tit for tat.’
‘Robert. I know. Just tell me the truth. Let’s sort this out before George gets back.’
‘I’m going to bed,’ he says again, and he huffs off down the corridor, a cloud of smug piety billowing behind him.
‘And by the way,’ I call after him, ‘it’s true that me and Josh aren’t sleeping together. But we’re going to now. I can’t wait.’
I hear him stomp back towards me. He pokes his head around the door, face like fury.
‘You’ve really sunk to new depths this time. Is this really how you want people to think of you? George?’
I don’t even respond. Wait until he storms off again. Pick up my phone to call Josh. Listen as it rings out. I don’t leave a message.