I am such a liar to myself. Chris was still on my mind a few days later. What was his problem anyway? Had he had a bad breakup with a chain smoking boyfriend or something? Smoking wasn’t the end of the world. Maybe I’d give it up, if he gave me a reason to.
I knew where I’d find out what his problem was. The Queen’s Head was information central around here. Like GCHQ, if GCHQ smelled of spilled beer and s****l frustration. It was quiet in the afternoon—isn’t everywhere these days? But Jess was behind the bar when I came in and I knew she’d have the low down on Chris.
“Hey,” I said, after ordering a pint. “Got a minute for a chat?”
“I’ve told you, David Bailey, I’m not doing those nudey pictures and that’s final.”
I shook my head, chuckling. I didn’t think Jess had taken her top off for
