‘Why, hello, Kate. Adam didn’t say you’d be here when he recommended this place.’ ‘Hello yourself, Jack. Adam mentioned that you’d been in Dysart’s this morning.’ Kate smiled at him brightly, resolving to do her brother an injury the first opportunity she got. ‘Let me introduce you. Alasdair Drummond—Jack Spencer.’ Alasdair shook the other man’s hand with such cold courtesy that, after a brief enquiry to Jack about the new baby, Kate said goodbye and accompanied Alasdair to the table he’d booked for the lunch she no longer wanted. ‘Does Adam get a commission on the number of customers he introduces here?’ muttered Alasdair, holding her chair for her. ‘It’s a subject I’ll take up with him as soon as I get home,’ promised Kate, amused when Alasdair seated her very deliberately with her back to Jack Spencer. ‘Does your friend live in Pennington?’ he asked. ‘No.’ ‘Where, then?’ ‘I don’t know, exactly. I haven’t known him long. And, unlike you,’ she said, scowling at him, ‘I don’t subject my friends to inquisitions.’ Kate studied her menu in pointed, brooding silence, then asked for mineral water.
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