Dominic
I wasn’t originally planning to tag along with Olivia today.
Not until I saw the email.
Caleb had forwarded it to me, her official correspondence with the chef she wanted for the expo. I skimmed it once, then again. I already knew the name before I even reached the end.
He was the guy she recommended to cater for the expo. He was also the same guy I overheard her talking about to another colleague close to my office, saying it was “the best meal she’d had in months.” She’d sounded genuinely happy.
So yes, when I told Caleb to clear my morning schedule and that I’d be accompanying her, it wasn’t because I suddenly cared about catering.
I wanted to see him.
And maybe, to see her with him.
That part I’ll never admit.
She didn’t question me much, but I could tell she wanted to
