calls it “Coral Mansion”. So . . . I’m guessing that your dad bought it so you can go ahead and set up your dive business?’
Finn’s face closed over. ‘I dunno why he bought it.’
‘Yes you do. Tell me.’
‘You’re awful nosy, Cat Gallagher.’
She spread her hands. ‘I’m just curious. And being curious hasn’t killed me.’
‘Yet.’ Finn returned his attention to the wine bottle, and drew out the cork. He was clearly not going to be forthcoming. ‘Are there glasses?’ he asked.
‘Yes.’ Cat moved to a cupboard and fetched a couple of glasses from the shelf. There was one more thing she wanted to know. Turning back to him, she said, ‘What happened to the millionaire’s daughter?’
‘Last time I checked she was living in Dubai.’
‘With her millionaire daddy?’
‘Yes.’
‘What’s her name?’
‘Izzy.’
‘Izzy. Were you in love with her?’
That closed look came over Finn’s face again. ‘What’s with the third degree, Cat?’
Cat set down the glasses and hopped up on a high stool. ‘Sorry. I find it hard to shut up once I get started. You should take it as a compliment. I don’t talk much to people I don’t like.’
‘I remember that from working on the film with you. You used to prefer talking to horses.’
‘Horses talk more sense than most people I’ve met.’
Picking up one of the wineglasses, Finn squinted at the ostentatious logo before pouring the wine. ‘Designer glasses! Holy shit. I knew this house was sold fully furnished, but I wonder why they left stuff like this behind?’
‘What else would they do with it? I guess Izzy and her daddy have all the designer crystal they need in Dubai.’ Cat took the glass from Finn and sipped. ‘There’s designer stuff all over the gaff – Philippe Starck fittings in the bathrooms and all. Don’t worry, I’ve taken good care of it. It’s been like playing house living here. I’ll give you a guided tour if you like, once I’ve had something to eat. Cheers.’
‘Cheers.’ They chinked glasses, and then Cat broke off another hunk of bread, prised out the blade from her penknife and cut into the cheese. ‘I guess I’ll have to find somewhere else to live, now that the Mystery Buyer’s son’s showed up.’
‘I guess you will.’
‘Let’s hope I can find somewhere locally. I like Lissamore.’ She let a silence fall, and looked at him expectantly. Stupid Finn! He wasn’t picking up on his cues. ‘When’s your dad due?’
‘Once I’ve got the place up and running. It could take a while. He wants me to fix the pool, paint and decorate – that sort of thing. I’m going to need to hire some help.’
‘I could help you. I wield a mean paintbrush. I used to be a scenic artist, remember?’
‘I remember. But are you any good? Someone told me you got kicked off that film.’
Cat gave him an indignant look. ‘I got kicked off for not being legit, not for being crap at my job. They got all po-faced when they found out I’d no social insurance number.’
‘You really are a floater, then?’
Cat nodded. ‘Will work for food.’
‘And bed?’
‘That depends on where the bed is. As I said, I like Lissamore.’
They looked at each other warily. Then Finn said: ‘All right. You can stay on here.’
‘Thank you. That’s very decent of you.’
‘Just till my dad rolls up. How did you get in, by the way?’
Cat tapped a finger to her nose. ‘Not telling. I can get into most places, if I want to. Did you never read the Just So Stories?’
‘No. What are they?’
‘They’re meant for little children, but they’ve become cult classics. My mother used to read them to me. The one about the cat was the one I loved most. Once a cat decides she wants to come into your house, you can’t keep her out, you know.’
‘I’d noticed.’ He smiled, then turned and went out into the hall.
Cat narrowed her eyes at his retreating back. He had a great smile, she decided, once he let his guard down. She remembered the night at the wrap party, and the kiss they’d shared. How many girls had he kissed since then? Plenty, probably. Plenty of lovely LA girls with lissom golden limbs and luscious golden hair, and pearly American teeth. She must be a complete culture shock after what he was used to. Like something out of Wallander, he’d said. Hell – at least she’d washed today. Her biodegradable travel soap may not have had the sweetest scent in the world, but she guessed that was compensated for by the wild-rose-smelling house.
Back Finn came, lugging another box. He dumped it on the counter, and together they pulled out more provender. Coco Pops, chocolate HobNobs, apples. A bumper pack of popcorn, a six-pack of beer, a copy of Empire magazine, an iPod with a docking station.
‘Oh, look – you have music!’ she said, biting into her bread and cheese and taking a swig from her wineglass. ‘Put something on, and let me show you around.’
‘Any requests?’
‘Surprise me.’ Sliding down from her high stool, Cat helped herself to an apple. Her sleeping bag was starting to come adrift from around her shoulders, so she looped it over her forearms and let the ends trail behind her as she moved towards the door. ‘Will you bring a candle?’
‘I have a torch in here somewhere. You should be careful – you’re a walking fire hazard in that sleeping bag.’
Cat froze, and the sleeping bag slid to the floor as the first strains of Springsteen’s Born to Run oozed through the speakers.
‘What’s up?’ asked Finn.
‘Just what you said. About being a . . . a fire hazard. It gave me the shivers. That’s why I had to leave the houseboat, you see. It was . . . someone tried to burn it down.’ She gave a shaky laugh, retrieved the sleeping bag and reinstated it around her shoulders. ‘Sounds stupid, doesn’t it? Imagine trying to set fire to a house built on water. Anyway, I shouldn’t worry about this sleeping bag. It’s Millets’ finest fireproof stock.’
‘Shit.’ Even by the light of the candles, Cat could make out the concerned furrow between Finn’s brows. ‘You mean, someone tried to burn you out?’
She nodded.
‘What did the Guards have to say?’
‘They said,’ she told him, ‘that I should have been more security conscious.’
‘Did they find out who did it?’
‘No. But I know who did it.’
‘Who?’
‘A bloke who thought I was up for it, and who got cross when he realised I wasn’t.’
‘Did you report him?’
‘No.’
‘Why not?’
‘He was a Guard.’
‘Bastard! It must have been terrifying.’
‘Yes, it was. I don’t scare easily, but that fire was no foolin’ around. I was out of there like a cat out of hell.’
‘Did you lose a lot of stuff?’
‘I