Chapter Eighteen
Matthew waited until the woman was done with her dinner before he approached—he didn’t want to intrude or piss her off before he’d even tried to chat her up. He didn’t leave it too long, though, as he didn’t want to risk her paying her bill and scarpering before he got chance to speak to her.
He picked up his drink and strode over to her table, looking as open and friendly as possible—he’d been accused of appearing grumpy on more than one occasion. “Hello,” he said, flashing the woman a smile. “Mind if I join you?”
She quickly quashed her expression of surprise, morphed it into one of politeness and indicated he should take a seat. “Not at all.”
“I’m Matthew Adams.” He reached out a hand.
The brunette took it, and they shook. “Sally Madeley. Pleased to meet you.”
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