“Uh . . ." I didn't want him to think I was being prudish, but drinking on the job didn't seem appropriate, and we were in his house. “I'm okay. I think I'll lay off the liquids for a little bit."
I heard his chuckle then something tinkling into a bowl. He hurried back, carrying a bottle of beer in one hand and a bowl of chips in the other. “I know you brought your lunch, but I'll order some Chinese later anyway." He smirked. “Maybe by then you'll be ready for some liquids."
He took a seat next to me, making me sit up a little straighter, and then clicked the remote. I sat there watching the video of his presentation, trying to concentrate, but couldn't help wondering what Mia would think of us sitting here on a Saturday night in his living room and him offering me a drink—her wine. Didn
