Chapter Seventeen
As they entered O’Rourke’s Irish Pub, Henry recalled that he had once, in a former life, invited Kristin out to lunch here. The manner in which she had brushed him off so slickly in front of his colleagues had left him cringing with embarrassment for days.
He was well aware that the Kristin Hartman of old would never have stooped so low as to patronize a common establishment such as this. But his systematic dismantling of her reputation was gathering momentum. He had deliberately led her through the open plan office on their way out to lunch, and from the incredulous stares that they had drawn, Henry concluded that he and Kristin were now already being considered as something an ‘item’.
O’Rourke’s was teeming with lunchtime trade. It was actually a very homely and anim
