Chapter 7
ShannonI flicked the edge of the napkin between my fingers. Jeff wasn’t late, but still I expected him to be here already. That’s why I arrived at the café twenty minutes early. I didn’t want him to beat me here and put me on the defensive before the meeting even started.
However, now that I sat at the table, waiting, I only grew more nervous, regretting the two cups of coffee I’d downed. I pressed my hands on my knees to stop their jittering and wiped the sweat from my palms.
The glass door swung open, and I looked up. Not Jeff. I checked my watch. He still had five minutes.
This lunch had to go well. I had to make a good impression. I couldn’t get pissed off like I had the day before. I had to watch my mouth. If I were going to make sure I got what I wanted this time, I had
