“Maybe I finally understand what matters.”
I wanted to believe him.
After dinner, he gave me a brochure.
Lakeside hotel.
Private terrace.
Quiet gardens.
“We could leave after the gala.
No lawyers.
No business.
Just us.”
Then I saw the receipt clipped to the back.
Sterling company card.
“Who paid?”
“It’s just a reservation hold.”
“On a company card.”
“Easier that way.”
“Whose company?”
He straightened his cuff.