“Get ready to be surprised,” I told him, and began to walk toward Ocean Avenue.
Allan stayed by my side, although his eyebrows lifted slightly. “Don’t we need to move the car?”
“No. It’s only a few blocks away.”
He shrugged and followed me as I crossed Ocean, then turned to our right so we could go down Santa Monica Boulevard. Another block up, and we’d reached our destination.
“A pub?” he asked, looking up at the old-fashioned sign that hung above the King’s Head’s front door.
I put a hand on my hip. “What, are you too fancy for some fish and chips?”
“I like fish and chips very much,” he said. “Lead on.”
Well, at least it appeared he was ready to roll with the punches. Also, my casual tone seemed to have told him that I wasn’t quite ready for it to all be moonlight and roses, and h
