17Kent County, Great Britain
“I’ll have what she’s having.”
Harper set her forked sausage down and regarded the customer who had slid upon the stool beside her at the breakfast bar. She did a double take.
“Tired of The Full Monty at The Breakfast Club?”
The leathery skin on Samuel Goldsmith’s face crinkled into a smile. His Van Dyke beard had grown a deeper red since she had last seen him. Dyeing it, she mused. His skin was tanned, and he had an abundance of wrinkles. His hair was close cropped, styled into a flat-top. He was wearing jeans and a red-checked shirt, the sleeves rolled up, revealing a faded tattoo on his right inner forearm: Who Dares Wins . The motto of the legendary British SAS.
“I’ve heard good things about the all-you-can-eat breakfast at Toby Carvery.”
She shook h
