I stand there, what I wanted to happen, happening, but my mind a blank. Am I ready for what he wants to say?
Then it just pours out, “I didn’t mean for you to get that letter. Well, I did, but not like that. I wanted to talk first and let you know how I got that far.”
“Holly.”
“David, I’m sorry if you feel that I’ve gone too far and you don’t want to ever look at me again, but I had to say something.”
“Holly!” he says more sternly.
“Yes?”
“I am not mad. Look, I was, but I agree, we should talk.”
“OK. So, what do you propose we do from here?”
Before he can answer me, Ginny comes rushing to the elevators from down the passage way, her cheeks pink and Charlie behind her.
“Holly, come on!” she says, yanking my arm.
“What?”
“Come on! Its late and we have a bottle of champagne
