The entrance was all ferns and fountains, and subdued lighting. Drumm was shown to one of his favourite tables in a back corner where he ordered a ginger ale and waited for Emily. The two of them had eaten here many times, enjoying its atmosphere, moderate prices and good food. It wasn’t as busy or noisy as some of the chain restaurants, and Drumm liked the cook’s personal touches. Emily was vegetarian, and more than once she had been treated to a special creation by the chef. And then she was there, standing tall and slim in front of him, dressed in a grey skirt and black leather jacket. He rose quickly to his feet but she was already pulling back the chair and sliding into her seat. “It’s good to see you, Nicky.” She looked him over carefully. He did the same to her. “And you, Emily.” She looked delicious, with her shoulder-length brown hair and her fine skin, her brilliant blue eyes staring straight at him.
