Chapter Four
Later in the week she asked for more details about his friend. His name was Andrew. He was a partner in a prosperous firm of City solicitors. She wondered if she ought to avoid someone in the law, but there were so many lawyers in London, the likelihood of them having mutual friends was not high. She didn’t know a lot of solicitors, only barristers like herself.
Andrew had dark hair and judging from his photo a nice mouth, she thought, and dark brown eyes. Rory put her in touch with him. What sort of things do you like? she asked him while they chatted online. In the bedroom or outside? he answered. Let’s start with outside, she said. OK, he answered. Movies. Jazz. I’m very fond of gardens. And I play tennis a lot. We’ll skip the jazz, she said. Are you married? No, he repli
