Chloe.
He could think of nothing else. Her scent hung around his neck, fresh as ever.
Xander stared at his mobile phone on the table top hoping for that call she’d promised.
"Xander, what do you think?" Scott asked from out of nowhere.
"Huh?"
He hadn’t heard the question, and Scott had repeated it for the second or third time.
"What do you think of what I’ve just said."
"Oh, um," Xander stalled, trying to think of the least committed reply he could think of. "Yes, potentially it’s all fine."
"Potentially?" Scott repeated.
Ben and the board members shot Xander a dirty look. His friend’s look was a different kind of disdainful glare, though. In his eyes, Xander needed to do better. The board members’ reactions were one of dissatisfaction, which Scott clocked onto immediately.
"Xand
