I sat there, my mouth slightly open as his confession washed over me. “So…you asking me out to brunch…that was to talk to me about being a widower? God, I still don’t know if that’s the right term.”
He shook his head. “Not necessarily. I wanted to thank you for taking care of Bark Ruffalo, and you mentioned something about the last two years, so I took the opportunity to see how you felt. Kind of like a pre-counseling session. I really like the informal feel of just sitting down and talking over a meal.”
I realized my eyes were drilling into him, searching to find any sign of ill intent. I was very vulnerable with this person I didn’t even know, and he’d been assigned to have me be vulnerable with him. Caroline…it was really thoughtful but frightening. She’d told him my work had declined
