When he joined her five minutes later, he chuckled at them both having changed into jeans and t-shirts.
“If I could get away with wearing this all the time, I would,” he announced.
“Me too,” she sighed. “Unfortunately, that’s not the way corporate America works.”
“Maybe not yet,” Drew held up a finger. “Want a drink?”
“Sure. Hey– Did you want to go over that presentation I built first, or the financials?”
“Can’t we do all this in the morning? The meeting doesn’t even start until two.”
“I guess so,” she said warily as she took her glass of whiskey and water from him. “So, I suppose you’d like to talk instead. About what, exactly?”
He shrugged. I want to talk about us, but she’s obviously not ready to discuss what I said earlier.
“Your choice,” he offered.
“Hmm,” Trixie pursed her l
