He had every intention of showing up. He made his way to the bar a few minutes after her. He glanced at her drink, amused she was making decent headway with it. "Worried I wouldn't show, love?" he cocked his head and gave her a smile.
He knew he had a nice smile. Most bastards did. It was part of the charm, and he wasn't afraid to play it up. Helped that he had bright blue eyes too. In his experience the ladies loved bright blue eyes and a winning smile. He had both, in spades.
"Forgive me for not properly introducing myself. Max Borman, at your service," he said, holding his hand out to her.