He glanced toward the front.
Then back at me.
“I’m sorry we haven’t met before today.”
I swallowed.
“That’s not your fault.”
“Part of it may be.”
I didn’t understand.
He leaned slightly closer.
“Did Lauren tell you she wanted you to stay home?”
“Yes.”
His expression tightened.
“Did she tell you I wanted that?”
“No.”
He looked relieved.