Angelique wasn't sure how Fin would find her, but he had said he didn't want too much fuss, and she wanted to give him all the autonomy he deserved. "It's to the left of the bar, back near the wall. Give us a wave if you want a hand," she added, pecking a kiss to his cheek before she pried herself away, not certain it was a good idea to leave him alone.

When she'd said the lone man at the small table was a 'likely sort', what she'd meant precisely was that he seemed the kind of wrapped-tight bundle of nerves that would be made uncomfortable by her. She was absolutely correct in that judgement, and within five minutes of her imposing herself upon him, the man was mumbling excuses and hurrying away, leaving Angelique with a table and two chairs all to herself.