quiet.â
âWhy?â
âEver heard of press intrusion? My dad likes to keep his private life exactly that â private. And anyway, what are you doing sticking your nose in? Itâs none of your damn business.â
Cat shrugged. âWell, it kinda is my business, since Iâve laid claim to the joint.â
âDonât be so stupid,â scoffed Finn. âYou canât lay claim to a house just because youâve been living in it.â
âAll property is theft, squatters have rights, and possession is nine-tenths of the law.â
âThatâs crap. Now go away. Iâve just flown in from LA and Iâm jetlagged and not in the mood for Marxist trivia.â
Cat gave him an aggrieved look. âYou should be grateful to me for taking care of the joint. It badly needed TLC.â
âAnd what kind of TLC have you been giving it?â
âUm . . . Iâve sprayed it with Febreze. Smell!â
Finn sniffed the air tentatively, and Cat laughed. âItâs roses. Wild roses.â
âFebreze wild roses?â
âNo. Real roses. I brought masses of them in â theyâre growing like crazy in the garden. You really think Iâm the kind of gal whoâd go around polluting the atmosphere with air freshener?â
âI donât know what youâre capable of. I hardly know you.â
She slanted him a smile. âBut I intrigue you, donât I?â
âIt would be hard not to be intrigued by a girl who arrives out of the blue in the middle of the night wearing nothing but a sarong and a sleeping bag.â Finn started lobbing his phone from hand to hand again. âYou could be like something out of Wallander . For all I know youâre planning to slit my throat. That Swiss Army knife I saw in the kitchen is yours, isnât it? Not some nefarious accompliceâs?â
âYes, itâs mine.â Cat looked towards the door. âCan I have something to eat? I saw your boxes in the hall, all piled with grub.â
There was a beat, then Finn gave a nod of assent. âSure,â he said.
âThanks. Iâm starving. The kitchenâs this way.â
âI know where the kitchen is. Iâve been here before. How long have you been living here?â
âA week,â she threw back at him. âYouâre very welcome to my abode. It beats the hell out of the last joint I broke into. That was a tip. This is like the Ritz Carlton in comparison.â
Following her through into the hall, Finn paused to pick up one of the boxes, then moved into the kitchen where more candles were burning. âHow have you managed without electricity?â
âI have a Primus.â
âWhat about water?â
âIâm a hardy creature. As long as Iâm connected to a supply, it doesnât matter if itâs hot or cold.â
âYou wouldnât be so complacent if it was winter,â he remarked, setting the box on a countertop.
Cat shrugged. âI managed to get through last winter on a houseboat.â
âNo shit.â Finn gave her an admiring look.
âIt was no big deal,â she told him, carelessly.
âSo you really are a vagabond?â
âYeah.â
âCool!â
Catâs nonchalance was entirely affected. Privately, she rather liked the idea of Finn thinking she was a vagabond. There was something boho and romantic about it. He didnât need to know that the houseboat had all mod cons, and that the only reason she was living rough now was because her next house-sitting gig had fallen through. He didnât need to know that she was, in effect, a Trustafarian, living on an allowance from her daddy. Well, waiting for an allowance from her daddy. Until that came through, she guessed she really was a vagabond.
Humming a little tune, she set about ransacking the box of groceries. âLetâs see what youâve got here. Bread, cheese, salami,