CHAPTER 47
It was midnight before Grant and Sara got back to the hotel. They had dined on board a restaurant ship, one of the top seafood restaurants in Copenhagen. They both had oysters, smoked salmon and caviar followed by lobster thermidor washed down with Montrachet and Bollinger.
They laughed and joked, chatted easily with each other. In the new tight fitting mini dress Sara looked every inch the beautiful young girl she was. They were still laughing when, back at the hotel, they went to collect the key card from the young Dane still on duty in reception.
“Ah, Mr Smith,” he said as he saw them approach. “There were some people looking for you earlier on.”
Grant’s jaw dropped.
“Looking for us?” he said in disbelief.
“Don’t worry,” said the young receptionist. “I did not tell them
