26
SKYLAR
We sat on the couch, both of us half-facing one another, and he sipped his wine in my periphery while I studied my drink.
Ashton and I had planned for me to spend a little time alone with Rhett, and even though I thought I’d hit the jackpot as far as pleasing him with the dinner Ashton had suggested I make, I still felt highly inadequate to hold a conversation with Rhett.
Like Ashton, Rhett was polished, but he also held an air of reserved sternness that seemed more like superiority to me. My backside squirmed beneath his stare.
“Tell me your plans for the future, Skylar. Aspirations, goals…where do you see yourself in five years?”
The question turned my focus inward as a gazillion ideas leapt to life in answer to his question, but I managed to hold my tongue.
Barely.
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