Mason was waiting for her outside, just as he promised. “Hi,” Olivia said as she reached the passenger door.
“Hi, Darling.” She could feel her face light up at the endearment even as she struggled to swallow the lump in her throat–her mom used to call her that. It was a bitter-sweet sort of feeling. “How about some dinner?”
“Sure.” She nodded and followed him inside the luxurious cabin of the car. “Pizza,” she declared.
“Pizza,” Mason confirmed.
Olivia found herself doing and feeling all sorts of things she never did before. She never used to hang out with co-workers outside of work. Never had she felt the need to stand up for anyone. Well, not like earlier today. She craved pizza today. Food was a means to an end for her, just the same as the bourbon. It served a purpose, and she
