A Courtesan’s Guide To Getting Your Man - Plot & Excerpts
As always, the narrow establishment was bathed in cool dimness, punctuated by the squeaky-clean mirror behind the bar, the sparkling brass of the taps, and the much-polished mahogany of the bar itself. Mick inhaled, and it was almost as if he could draw in his family’s story along with his breath. Suddenly, he stopped. Something was wrong. No one had greeted him. Glancing around, he saw a couple sitting at the tiny table by the front window, lost in each other, their pints hardly touched. A lone old fellow Mick had never seen before sat hunched on a stool. His clothes were well to the other side of fresh. And nobody was tending bar. Mick tossed his Sir Speedy’s package onto a pub table and ducked under the flip-top. He was donning an apron when Emily burst through the kitchen’s swinging door. “Hullo, Em. Where’s—” “I told him to bugger off,” she said, delivering a plate of crisps and a fried egg to the tattered-looking fellow. “You enjoy, now,” she said to the man.
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