Chapter Four
She would never understand Sloan thought to himself as he pressed his elbows into the bar and lifted his pint to his lips. Here he was clock watching at a bar on the same street as the woman who had plagued his thoughts all day. But he wasn’t moving, he was here, alone, watching the clock, counting the minutes until the show started.
He couldn’t, there was no way… if he sat in the audience, if she saw him… if she didn’t… But, if Toby did, or any of the other Daily National staff how could he explain to them how he got there, and how he did it at such short notice. He was hardly a TV buff of any kind, Toby had put him in the TV entertainment section before and he had failed miserably, it just held no interest for him. And yet, he had chosen this bar because it was advertising
