[The Girl From UNCLE 01] - The Birds of a Feather Affair - Avallone Michael (читаем бесплатно книги полностью txt) 📗
"And we didn't get Egret," she said, bitterly.
"Know something, old girl? Next time, you want a nice quiet fun dinner, you go ring up someone else. I should have stayed home and plucked on my guitar."
Their fresh drinks arrived. The olive in April's martini made Mark Slate laugh. "Just not your day, is it? I ordered you a Gibson and you get an olive instead of an onion."
"Figures." She laughed too. "I'll drink it anyway."
"Good show."
They clinked glasses. The music filtered over them, wafting across the room. Yes, it was a nice restaurant, and after all was said and done, things hadn't gone that badly, had they?
She smiled at Mark Slate but suddenly, he wasn't smiling anymore. His keen green eyes had spotted someone approaching their table. His sigh was deep and expressive.
"It's not my day, either, looks like. Guess who just walked into this sunny little place?"
April frowned and turned in her chair, to stare.
Her eyes lit up with gladness.
The tall, clean-cut young man came abreast of their table and stared down at them, a pleasant smile eclipsing his roguish face.
"Well, well, well," Napoleon Solo said in that glib, unhurried way of his. "This is cozy, isn't it? Mind if I join you? Mr. Waverly sent me looking for you. And here I am."
April Dancer couldn't resist laughing out loud.
The dashing rascal hadn't changed one iota.
