Thanks, Ms Wilding.’

She raised one eyebrow. ‘Who?’

‘You must be Tom’s daughter, the photographer. You look like him. A prettier version, sexy, even.’ His laugh was a smoky rumble as he spun on his heel.

‘Don’t presume to know anything about me, Mr Lawson.’

He hefted his pack and strode away, power in the length of stride.

Autore: Helene Young