“Robert, I’ve thought about it a lot,” Cassandra said, her tone low in an attempt to keep their conversation private from the rest of the diners. After her talk with Sergio on the beach that afternoon, she’d realized she had to deal with the issue before she started work the following week.
“I value our friendship, it’s really important to me. But I don’t think we should risk it by trying to turn it into more.”
After uttering those totally uncomfortable words, Cassandra held her breath and waited for Robert’s response.
Sounds suddenly amplified, forks against plates, the rushing servers’ feet against the tile floor, even the sound of the still-warm tortilla chips sliding into salsa.
The smile not shifting on his handsome face, Robert blotted his lips with his napkin, then took a sip of
