Chapter Nine …
Falling In Love
How many hours could she kill and not be missed at home? She was already tardy, and no doubt the focus of Alexander’s irritation. But for Sarah, it was still early in the day, just two o’clock, and she couldn’t face the thought of returning home after she’d taken such blows to her self-esteem.
The first bar she found was the same one where she met Martin Finch. Did she go there because she hoped to meet him there again?
The idea was preposterous. In the middle of the day? In the middle of the day, he’d be preparing briefs, or contracts, or arguing in court. The thought of drinking, unless it was a cocktail along with a late lunch, would have been far from his mind.
But a calming drink to settle her own frayed nerves…get her head straight? What could be b
