Chapter Nine“So it’s an office lunch thing?” I ask.
He pulls the door shut and turns the key before answering.
“Yes, we—they’ve got a regular hospitality contract for all the major events.”
“Oh that’s nice.” If you like that sort of thing.
His laugh tells me he caught on to my tone; I really should watch my sarcasm.
“I’m sorry if this is prying too much, but what have you told them about me; who I am, how we met, that sort of thing?” I am starting to get fidgety but I catch myself and instead try to just hold onto the grab handle on the door and look out the window at the trees passing us by. The dense greenery has turned an autumnal mixture of reds and browns. I've unintentionally managed to dress accordingly, how funny.
“Frankly, I haven’t told anyone anything. But I suppose that’l
