Chapter 4
A red velvet curtain framed the entrance to the Railway Club. I stepped through and scanned the dimly lit room. High-set timber tables, couches in nooks, a couple of pool tables and a small dance floor. Several people gathered near the bar but there was no sign of George. This wasn’t a date. I didn’t need to wait for George.
I wandered over to the blackboard and checked the specials. Everything looked good, especially because I didn’t have to cook it. I checked my watch and glanced at the entrance. He shouldn’t be too long. I ordered some bread and dips for starters. There’d be plenty to share.
Clutching the number sign, I searched for somewhere to sit. The couches appeared comfortable but too intimate for a non-date. I chose a table near the stage and placed the order number
