As he looked around at the furnishings, he thought Kris had not stinted on price there.
“I’m having Bombay and tonic. I hope that’s all right. You did say you’d have what I was having.”
“Yeah, thanks, that’s fine.”
Kris sat facing Ben, raised his glass and said, “Skol!”
Raising his own glass, Ben replied, “Cheers.”
Anders didn’t seem to be in any hurry to get to the point. He led the conversation to local politics, sports, the mess in the Middle East. After more than a half an hour he still hadn’t gotten to the problem he’d said he wanted to discuss.
Ben sipped his drink. Anders had added an unusually generous portion of gin. Although he engaged in the conversation, he found himself looking at the man across from him, admiring him yet again. Not only was he great to look at, but he e
