"I'm pleased you were willing to meet with me," I said as we alighted from my stolen car.
I questioned the newspaper woman in Boston, by telephone, in hopes of enticing her to meet with me under the guise of my writing a magazine article.
I just want to meet with him but I'd like to get a feel for him first.
With a wave, he left to meet with Jake Weller.
Both remembered the last time they'd watched a guest meet with a stranger and the no-end-to trouble that followed.