Not Good Enough

Erica

"I lost you." He smiled and reached out, tapping my arm.

"Oh, sorry. I had a really long day today." I smiled up at the server as he stopped by the table. We ordered wine and Mitch ordered two appetizers, which we agreed would be our dinner.

"You mentioned your long day, but you haven't said what happened." He clasped his hands in his lap and pressed a hard stare against me.

"It's somewhat personal, I guess." I glanced down at the table and tried to think through how to get out of the awkwardness he was leading us into.

"Well, I won't pry, but I figure with both of us leading the Seattle office, we'll become close friends sometime in the near future." His voice was deep, soothing.

"I'd like that." I glanced up and realized that maybe his definition of friends was different than my own. I was intensely grateful when the wine showed up.

"How long have you been working for Kent?" He took a drink of his wine and tugged at the front of his button down shirt.

"Two years, but I've know