A Bustle in the Hedgerow by Miller Ben

Author:Miller, Ben [Miller, Ben]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: amazon, Thriller
Amazon: B00FPAIWLO
Publisher: Krac Publishing
Published: 2013-09-24T22:00:00+00:00

47

About an hour later Reilly sat by himself at a table beside the bar in Trendsetters, a local TGI Friday’s knock-off. He mostly kept his eyes on the door, but occasionally he would look down at his quarter-empty bottle of Michelob Ultra and peel back the label a little further. He had spoken to Corinne O’Loughlin about thirty minutes ago and asked her to meet him here. She had just checked into her hotel, so she asked for about a half an hour to get oriented.

Reilly looked down at his watch. The half hour had elapsed four minutes ago.

He knew why he felt nervous, as he was immensely attracted to Corinne, but he genuinely had business to discuss with her. So this really did not constitute a social gathering whatsoever, he convinced himself. Once again he mentally went through his list of topics to discuss with her, chief among which was the moniker of The Playground Predator.

He looked back up at the entrance and caught a glimpse of her curly red locks, most of which she had pulled back in a pony tail, with a few stragglers purposefully left behind to dangled over the right side of her face. He felt his heartbeat accelerate and quickly looked away, back down at his beer. He suddenly felt embarrassed and a little stupid.

She approached his table, and he looked up surprised, as if he hadn’t seen her come in.

“Hey!”Corinne said.

“Hey,”Reilly said as he stood up impulsively. It felt like the gentlemanly thing to do.

She signaled to the bar on her right. “Are they coming to the table, or should I get a drink at the bar?”

“I’ve seen a waitress or two roaming around, but I think you’re better off going straight up.”

She nodded and turned to go to the bar. She whirled back in his direction and looked down at his beer. “You need another?”

Reilly looked down at the bottle in his hands—still three-quarters full. “No, I’m good.” He sat back down as she walked over to the bar. It took her all of ten seconds to get the young male bartender’s attention. She leaned over to place her order amidst the raucousness of four college-aged men beside her. Reilly’s gaze moved down to examine her ass. Again his pulse quickened slightly. He quickly looked away to avoid getting caught, and then he took a deep breath to try to refocus. Professional, he reminded himself.

Corinne came back over to the table a couple of minutes later, carrying three bottles of Michelob Ultra. She slid one over in front of him and kept the other two for herself. “I thought I’d save us a trip in a few minutes,”she explained.

“Oh, thanks,”Reilly responded sheepishly. He had hoped to buy her a drink.

“I ordered some nachos too—I’m starving.”

“Yeah, fine.”

“Did you eat?” Corinne took a swig of her beer.

Reilly nodded. “Subway.”

“Ooh, a gourmet. Well, you can still have some of my nachos. I probably won’t eat them all.” She looked over both shoulders and leaned into the table, speaking in a somewhat lower tone.

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