But then, this was the restaurant, and perhaps people were only interested in eating here. Other appetites were probably catered to elsewhere. She was on edge. She was tired. She felt out of place. She wished she’d never said she’d meet Jay here. But after his revelation the other night, she wanted neutral ground. With people around, she had a buffer against emotions that were huge and confusing. With people around, she could control her desire and her thoughts, see things more clearly. Saturday-night dining at the Waverley was clearly a gala affair and, judging by the lack of vacant tables, the restaurant was probably booked up well in advance. But Jay obviously had the clout to secure a reservation at short notice. She reached for her glass and took a sip of wine. The bottle had already been on the table in a cooler when the handsome hotel manager, Signor Guidetti himself, had seated her at the table. He’d poured for her and assured her that ‘Mr Bentley’ would be with her shortly.
