Colt
I glance at my watch, wondering if it’s too early to cut out. Between holiday parties and fundraisers I’ve hardly seen Sam the last few weeks, and even though she’s busy with yet another event tonight, I’d rather wait for her at home than stay at a party where everyone but me has someone special with them.
“Planning your exit?”
I turn to the voice I don’t recognize. It might be unfamiliar, but the face isn’t, although I can’t place it.
“Chris.” He extends his hand. “We met a while back, you talked me through some female trouble I was having. With the romance novelist.”
Now I remember. It was nearly a year ago, this guy found out his woman was moonlighting as a romance author, and he was afraid that might impact their careers. Something in education if my memory is correct.
“How’
