Chapter Seventeen CaseChecking over an email one last time, I hit SEND and glance at the time on my computer. Twelve p.m., right on the dot. Perfect timing.
“I’m heading out for lunch,” I say, standing to stretch my back.
Sienna doesn’t look up from her computer and simply nods while keeping her eyes trained on the screen. “Tell your mom I say hi.”
My lips quirk. “I always forget that you two have met.”
“Yeah, well. I don’t.” She looks up at me then, a smile on her face.
I still can’t quite read where things stand between us, but the smile and the eye contact seem like good signs. Aside from work stuff, we haven’t really talked since I told her I wanted to go another round, and it’s been killing me not to bring it up again. But the last thing I want to do is make her feel pressured in
