I entered the restaurant and searched the interior for Tanner. Was I too early? Had I kept him waiting? Good God, it felt as if I were meeting a date.
“Mr Trevalyan,” the host murmured as he approached me. “It’s such a pleasure to see you see. It’s been too long.”
“Thank you, Jackson.” I got myself under control, casually removed my coat, and handed it to him.
“I’m so sorry, sir. Your usual table is taken.”
“I’m meeting someone here on business.” I spotted Tanner, already seated. “Ah, I see him. Thank you,” I said again and wound through the tables toward one in the corner that was more or less my family’s. How very odd.
Tanner was toying with a glass of water.
“I apologise for keeping you waiting.”
He looked up and smiled. I’d forgotten how pretty he was. “Not at all, sir. Although
