Chapter Twenty-Two
When Chap arrived at the restaurant, it was closed. There were times when the prevailing weather conditions were such that potential customers much preferred to stay in the comfort of their own homes as opposed to venturing out into the cold and wet night. This was one of those nights. The last of Sally’s clientele, the few who were brave enough to endure the conditions, had finished their meal and left, allowing Sally to close earlier than usual.
François, the chef, had also left for the evening and Sally sat alone at the cocktail bar. studying the night’s receipts. A glass of chardonnay sat at her elbow. She reached for it, took a sip and spotted Chap standing in the kitchen doorway watching her.
“Mmm… the face is familiar,” she said. “I can’t remember the name, tho
