Tonight’s gala has been a major success. I’ve schmoozed with donors, posed for selfies, and signed a few autographs, but I haven’t spent much time with Ana, and it’s time to rectify that. When Elise and Becca rise to go to the restroom, I reach down and pull Ana’s chair closer to mine.
“Hey, you.” I grin at her.
“Hey, stranger.” She smiles back. Maybe it’s her smile, or maybe it’s the gin and tonic, but something inside me is feeling more at ease than before.
“Haven’t seen much of you lately. How’s Hobbes holding up? I’ll bet he misses me.”
She laughs. “Oh, he totally does. You should see him come five o’clock when you usually get home from the gym. He’s beside himself when you don’t come in.”
I shake my head at the thought. Who knew I’d bond with her dog? “Everything else going okay?
