Chapter NineI reluctantly wait by the pub entrance, scanning the crowd for Gareth. He better not have stood me up this time, after practically begging to meet! I’m in a good mind to turn around as it is.
A figure, in the same old leather jacket I spied at the office earlier this week, turns away from the bar, holding two drinks, and I’m stopped in my tracks. f**k. There he is.
He shoots me a tentative smile, and nods over at some empty seats by the window, away from most of the commotion in the place. I cut across the room, as does he, until we meet on opposite sides of the round wooden table.
“Hi,” he says.
I just nod. I may have drugged myself heavily with various over-the-counter concoctions to get here, but I’m not yet convinced they’ll have worked on my voice. Only two hours ago,
