Chapter Seven
It was Friday, and Barrett found himself nervous. He was so nervous that his palms were sweating and this was an unusual situation for him. He was used to commanding a room, being the one in charge, and always feeling confident. B
ut, he was about to walk into the reception area and ask Amy to come to his house that evening. It was time to tell her everything, and he was actually scared about how she would react. After pacing his office for a few more minutes, he steeled himself and walked through the door.
“Amy…”
She jumped. She had been engrossed in something she was looking at on the computer screen and didn’t see him walk up to her desk. “Oh, hey!” She smiled and he was pretty sure part of his heart melted. She had a beautiful smile.
“What are you doing this evening?
