13
CHRISTOPHER
I didn’t recall ever being so—for lack of a better word—giddy. This wasn’t exactly a feeling I was used to.
Eight o’clock came around, and I left my room to meet Emma in the lobby as we’d planned. My heart raced with each step I took.
I’m really doing this!
Or was I?
This dinner could be orchestrated any way I wanted it. I could set the tone of a friendly meal with my friend’s daughter. Or I could make it a boss/employee kind of thing. But what I really wanted to do was put the ball in her court and see where things might lead.
Emma stood near the entrance to the restaurant, her head bowed as she looked at the screen of the cell phone in her hand. I cleared my throat to attract her attention. Looking up, she turned her head toward me and a smile transformed her pretty
