“Kate, you don’t have to keep it up any more.” Grace’s voice is soft behind me as she brings in the last of the glasses from outside.
“I don’t know what…” It’s an automatic reply. I know exactly what she means.
“No more pretense, love. It’s just you and me. Elliot and Carrick have holed themselves up in the study to talk about the case. Let’s you and I get another drink and go and sit outside.” I nod and follow her out, glass in hand.