Chapter 55

Some strange coincidence drew his attention as she emerged, a drink in each hand—another pint for him and something clear and sparkling in a tall glass for her. At least he hoped that was the arrangement.

As she drew closer, he nodded, giving her a quick once over. Tall, the kind of blonde described as platinum, leggy with hips reaching all the way to heaven. Fake boobs—not something he objected to in principle, but not his preference. Even if they hung a little low, Dean favoured the real thing. He preferred flat-chested women if it came to that.