"Mr. Hank? Mr. Jonas?" A man in his early sixties called out to them as he walked past the private section they were seated with his wife and daughter, and both friends, who had been laughing at something Lucy had said, looked up.
"Mr. Reynolds," They both greeted as they stood and excused themselves from the table to go greet the elderly man, while Harry tried to hide his displeasure when he sighted Tanya standing beside her parents and eyeing him.
He didn't feel the least bit sorry for speaking to her in the manner he had done, and he didn't like that he was running into her again either.
"I'm sure you have both met my lovely wife and beautiful daughter," Mr. Reynolds said as he led them to his table, and Tom smiled as he gave him a nod.
"Yes, we have," Tom said as he gave both ladies a polite bow of acknowledgment, and Harry did the same.
