Derek walked to work, wondering the whole time why every step away from the intriguing woman he’d shared his breakfast with felt like he was doing the wrong thing. Like he was headed in the wrong direction.
He never had a problem meeting new people, it was one of the benefits of his job, he met lots of new people, both people who stayed for a little while and those staying a long time. Once in a while someone intrigued him enough for him to make the first move, but usually it was more professional encounters. This morning had been one of the uncommon moments when something told him she was someone he not just wanted to meet, but someone he needed to know. He’d been unable to resist the urge to ask her if he could join her for their morning meal.
And he had to admit that he’d enjoyed the
