Rose: Briar's Thorn (21 page)

He didn't hesitate and said, “You might try Ronnie Scott's, 606, or the Factory.”  I knew it!  He was down with the lingo.  The man knew the scene.

I couldn't stop my smile from consuming my face as I gave him a nod and said, “Thanks, Father Mike.  Have a great night.”

He smiled back. “You too Liza. May...”

I held a finger up. “If you say 'may God go with you,' I swear I'll snort.”

I waved the grinning man off and he said with humor to my retreating back, “May the force be with you then.”

I snorted anyway.  Yes, I truly liked that pastor.  Now, time for some grub, away from here.  I started heading toward the heart of the city, putting distance between me and Covent Garden as the sun was dipping low on the horizon.

My phone started ringing and I pulled it out of my pocket and looked at the screen.  I smiled as I answered, “Hi there Gina.  Yes.  I'm free tonight.”  I love London already.