This time they both shook their heads, without any pause to consider the question.
‘We’re fine ’ said Crowley. ‘Thanks.’ He smiled at her and she returned the smile with some interest. He , was a good-looking young man, with a cheerful, cheeky light in his eyes.
She glanced at his companion. He was a different kettle of fish, she thought. His eyes There were brown, deep-set under dark eyebrows. His face was thin and the beard was dark. was something vaguely frightening about him, although she sensed no danger to herself from the . man. Rather, she felt, there was potential danger for anyone who might cause him troble
She realised her smile had faded as she studied the dark-bearded man and she hastily readjusted it. It was professional…
