Chapter 35
Sarah looked particularly fetching. Skin-tight jeans, soft cotton shirt clinging in all the right places, but Matt was immune to her charms. For lunch he’d picked out a modern, functional bistro several towns away. A tourist stopover, all glass and stainless steel.
‘What a romantic little spot.’ Sarah touched Matt’s arm and moved closer.
‘What would you like to drink?’ He pushed back his chair.
Sarah frowned, withdrawing her hand. She fixed him with hazel eyes, searching now, not smiling. Matt dodged her stare and headed for the bar saying he’d choose for them both. A scotch for him and a gin and tonic for her. No, a bottle of champagne to butter her up. No, mineral water for them both. In the end he bought two light beers. Sarah grimaced at the first sip.
‘We’ve finished t
