"Didn't think I'd see you here, Cath," Mike came up to me with a cold, even uncaring voice.
He was only a few steps away when I turned around, and even in a busy room, his towering figure demanded attention. As usual, he was dressed immaculately: no tie, dark suit, and white shirt. But there was a glimmer of something deeper in his eyes.
I answered in a firm voice, "Believe me, this wasn't my first choice either."
With clinking glasses, courteous laughing, and the soft strains of live jazz in the background, the charity dinner was a hive of activity. Mike and I were unable to refuse a mutual acquaintance who had planned the occasion. And suddenly we found ourselves standing clumsily beneath a glittering chandelier.
Mike remarked, "I suppose we’re stuck with each other," with a hint of
