“Touché! I deserved that. I didn’t mean to be impertinent. Ah, we seem to have arrived! After you, again, miss.”
Touch!“Jayne. Jayne Ryan.”
“Pleased to meet you,” he squeezed my fingers.
“Rob Sykes. I believe the bar is through there.
I chose a strawberry lemonade vodka largely because that’s what Alice usually ordered. Apart from a new style of beverage, I’d have to become used to barmen devouring me with their eyes and the incessant male glances from every angle of the bar. I was secretly pleased when my cavalier asked what single malts the hotel offered and approved when he asked for a double Talisker, something I might have done myself in normal circumstances.
My next obstacle was to get used to my new voice. I didn’t want to be too husky, but I should have had faith in my soft Ir
