invalidwaspleasethank youI appreciate your hard workwould you like to go to dinner“I see,” he said into his mug. “And what do you say when you want to ask someone to go to dinner?”
Slapping a palm over her forehead, Anna let out a frustrated groan. “Well, I generally go with would you like to go to dinner?” she said. “It"s crazy, I know. You"ll just have to blame my estrogen-addled brain.”
would you like to go to dinner?“Let"s talk about Jack,” he said, changing the subject.
Anna frowned, her face tight with anxiety. She jerked her head toward the tables by the window. “If we"re going to talk,” she began, “then let"s do it somewhere a little more private, shall we?”
Without waiting, she got up and marched across the room with her drink in hand, making herself at home in a small wooden
