Brinley Delvaux would have avoided the pub on the East-West Road had he guessed temptation might have offered itself in the shape of the luscious-looking man in the corner.
At first, he passed over him, the image slow to sink into his mind, while a young woman took him to a horrendous chair sandwiched between the kitchen and the children’s play area. The shittiest seat in the room. Typical. He shouldn’t feel shocked, the positioning clearly the most suitable for anyone with the audacity to eat alone. The woman thrust out her hip as she stuck the menu under his nose and asked for his drink order.
Did he want a drink? Did he ever!
By the time she turned away, the gorgeous stranger’s details flared, vibrant; Brinley savoured the picture in his imagination. The bloke was…what? Thirty? About
