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motions for me to sit down on the sofa as he takes the one opposite.
    ‘How are you finding things?’ he asks, blue-grey eyes studying me. He’s quite attractive, Simon. In his mid-forties, with a tanned, weathered face and short, sandy-blond hair.
    ‘Fine, fine,’ I stutter.
    ‘Not planning on jumping ship anytime soon?’
    ‘No, no, of course not.’
    ‘Good,’ he says brusquely. ‘Daisy, as you know, last year we had Jen to look after the boys.’ He means Jennifer, the girl I mentioned earlier. I nod, both intrigued and relieved this is not about my scooter crash. ‘This year I was after a more hands-on approach with everyone helping out.’
    ‘Yes?’
    ‘But one of the boys has asked if we can revert to last year’s setup.’
    One of the boys?
    ‘Right . . .’
    ‘I’m wondering if you’d be up for doing the job.’
    I’m speechless with surprise. Will asked for me? It can’t have been Luis.
    ‘It’s the same sort of thing you’re doing now,’ he continues. ‘Helping out Frederick and looking after the rest of the team as usual, but you’d also have more direct contact with Will and Luis – and me, if I need help with anything. Does that sound okay?’
    He doesn’t expect me to say no.
    ‘Yes! That sounds great!’
    ‘Good.’ He stands up and it’s clear our meeting is over.
    I walk back into the kitchen and Holly and Frederick know right away that I haven’t been fired.
    ‘What is it?’ Holly asks, smiling.
    ‘I’ve got Jennifer’s job,’ I reply, still feeling a little dazed.
    ‘Jen’s job?’ she checks suspiciously.
    ‘Yes. Looking after Will, Luis and Simon . . .’
    ‘Oh!’ She seems surprised. ‘Well, good for you,’ she says, and carries on cleaning down the surfaces.
    I was expecting her to be happier for me than that, but perhaps it’s because Frederick is around.
    Speaking of whom. ‘You’re not above washing the dishes,’ Frederick says gruffly, pointing to the sink.
    But as my promotion sinks in, not even the Eiffel Tower of plates in front of me can wipe the smile off my face.

 
Chapter 4
     
    I can’t remember what Will looks like. I’ve had intense crushes before, when the same thing has happened. It’s been this way ever since I was a teenager.
    I concentrate hard and try to focus on Will’s face in my mind. Those blue eyes . . . Yes! There he is! And almost as suddenly he’s gone again.
    I switch on my bedside lamp and climb out of bed. On the dressing table there’s a pile of magazines and I riffle through them until I come to an old issue from a few weeks ago. Will’s face graces the front cover, but no, it doesn’t look right. Something’s missing.
    ‘Daisy, switch off the bloody light!’
    I quickly put down the magazine and climb back into bed, doing as Holly says.
    ‘Sorry!’ I whisper.
    She just groans and pushes the sheet off her body in the bed next to me.
    It’s so hot and humid here. We’re in Kuala Lumpur and it’s been four days since I last saw Will. Holly and I flew straight here on Monday afternoon and we’re sticking around after the race for a week’s holiday on the island of Langkawi. Pristine beaches, crystal-clear water and palm trees galore . . . When you’re coming to a location as beautiful as Malaysia, it would be stupid not to make the most of it.
    A couple of days ago we met up with Frederick to help source local produce and set up the hospitality facilities at the track. The mechanics arrived yesterday, and today the drivers do. I can’t sleep from the anticipation of seeing Will again. It’s only three thirty in the morning and we have to be at the track for five. I’m going to look a right state, but there’s nothing I can do about it.
    Will has been in Kuala Lumpur himself for the last few days with his personal trainer, acclimatising himself to the environment. I’ve been on tenterhooks in case I bump into him, but it’s unlikely in a city as big as this. He’s staying in a different hotel along