Only with You (The Best Mistake 1)

Brynn bit her lip, looking unsure of herself. She glanced at Gray, but as usual, his expression was a blank mask.

“Take Will up on it,” Sophie urged. “It’s pouring out, so you’ll have a hard time finding a cab anyway.”

“Fine,” Brynn conceded. “But I get to pick the radio station, and we are not talking.”

“Which sucks because I was so hoping to hear all about your Valentine’s Day plans,” Will snapped. “Let’s go, I wanna get out of here before the Barbies over there realize I’m not going over to their place to play strip darts.”

Sophie looked away as Gray and Brynn said good-bye. She thought she saw a tepid cheek-kiss out of the corner of her eye, but couldn’t be sure. She waved after Brynn and Will, and watched as Gray resumed his seat and grabbed his beer.

“We can do separate tables if you want,” Sophie said. “I didn’t mean to trap you into spending more time with me than you have to.”

He lifted a shoulder, but didn’t seem to be anxiously glancing around for an escape route. She waited for her own compulsion to put distance between them to kick in, but the urge never came. Sophie almost smiled. Who would have thought that merely tolerating sitting at the same table with another person could be described as “progress”?

“So,” she said, taking a sip of her drink, “things between you and Brynn, they seem…you know…well, how are they?”

He gave her a look. “Don’t push it. No chatter.”

Sophie mimed zipping her lips. “Got it. Brynn talk is strictly off-limits…So your sister called the office today. Jenna? She seems nice. You never mentioned what she—”

“Sophie,” Gray interrupted.

“Yeah?”

“When we were trapped in that elevator, I asked you if we could be quiet and not talk. You said no.”

She nodded. “Right. Because I am not a mime.”

“Well, the thing is…” He looked at her, then looked away. “I’m asking you again. Can we sit here and not talk? Maybe catch this football game? People-watch?”

Sophie set her glass down with a sharp clink. “If you want me to leave, you can just say so.”

This time he met her eyes. “That’s the thing. I don’t want you to leave. I want…company. But, you know, quiet company. Can you do that?”

Caught off guard, she looked at him more closely, taking in the strained creases around his eyes and the atypical wrinkles in his suit jacket. But it was the soft expression in his eyes that got to her. She felt something kind of warm and melty rush through her belly. Must be the gin.

But what if it wasn’t the gin?

Oh dear.

Feeling off-balance, she foun

d herself nodding. “Okay. Quiet company it is.”

Gray didn’t bother to hide the relief that flickered across his tense features. He shrugged off his suit jacket, and Sophie did her best to stare at the TV screen instead of his exposed forearms as he rolled his shirt up to his elbows. The more-casual Gray unnerved her.

Her mouth felt dry and she swallowed nervously. She couldn’t help it. She didn’t even know what she was going to say, she had to fill the silence. “So, have you ever wondered—”

Gray learned forward slightly, setting a finger gently across her lips to stop her words. He looked surprised by his own action, and then gave the smallest shake of his head.

“Okay,” she whispered, unable to look away from his stare. The corner of his mouth turned up slightly. Sophie began to sweat. When had it become so freaking hot in the pub?

Then he turned slightly, and the moment was over. Gray put all of his attention on the TV screen, and Sophie let out a breath and tried to do the same.

She didn’t know how long they sat there in companionable silence, but it got easier the longer they did. He wordlessly fetched them another round of drinks, and instead of feeling bored and panicked, she felt…content.

This is weird, she thought. I’m playing the silent game with my boss.

But then she found herself smiling.