Chapter Fourty Three

Nala.

By the time I went back to the house it was already lunchtime and feeling ravenous I headed straight to the orangery. Alba was waiting for me there. She smiled at me. “Shall I serve lunch now?”

I ate an exquisite meal. There was freshly baked bread with cold butter and a shank of lamb that Alba said the Chef was famous for. It was so tender you didn’t need a knife to eat it. All you had to do was pick it up from one end and shake it gently and the meat would fall off the bone. I tried it and she was right. The flesh simply slid off the bone. I tucked into it hungrily. It was delicious. Then I polished off a small bowl of crème brulee and tried to call the number Jordan had given me the first night we met, but the phone appeared to be turned off. I couldn’t imagine his phone was off, so I guessed he must have more than one phone.

“Is there a way I can reach the Jordan?” I asked Alba, as I sipped my juice.

“I have no idea.” Her tone was laced with incredulity at the very suggesti