CHAPTER : 8He drew a chair over from the next table.
“If this is an interview, Finlay, I advise you to watch it.” He looked at Polly, one brow quizzically lifted. “Have you told him about our famous tête-à-tête, Miss Randolph? But it’s been a long time, hasn’t it? Are you still convinced I’m . . . what were all the things you called me?”
He put his head back and laughed heartily. “I’d never been so flattered, Finlay. Here was a young lady of the press come to interview me. The servants were out, which I concealed from her. It’s so boorish, to have to repulse eager young women. And, bless me, I discovered Miss Randolph thought she was going to have to repulse me.”
Polly Randolph’s cheeks were hot. Fish brought his knee sharply against hers and saw her relax a little.
“I shouldn’t imagin
