The cheese had softened. The baguette loaf was sliced, and the chilled wine was poured into glasses. Charles had never proposed before, and the sweat on his brow wasn’t caused by the sun.
“Hop in, Mr. Danger,” said Sidney Green. “Grand Central Station here we come. You goin’ on a little trip? Helluva time to be goin’ anywhere’s. Rainin’ pins and needles out there.”
Betty Fletcher tried to shake Craven Danger awake. But he was having none of it. So she grabbed a blanket and pillow from the coat closet and made him comfortable on the office sofa.