He chattered gaily until they arrived at a small restaurant in a side street where he could park the car.
“If you like really good cooking, this is the place,” he told her.
He was obviously well known in the restaurant, for the proprietor greeted him with delight and led them to a comfortable table by the window. Jim Holt ordered cocktails despite Karina’s protestations that she never drank at lunchtime and then ordered a meal that, while it sounded delicious, made her feel that she would never get through it.
“I have to work this afternoon,” she exclaimed.
“Don’t you let Westie drive you too hard,” Jim Holt said. “She herself loves work, as other women love their husbands or their children. In fact work is her only love. I used to think that she had a passion for Garland. But now I ha
