The elevator door opens, and we step inside, a half dozen people shifting to make room for us inside the crowded car.
He stares straight ahead as the doors close, then says quietly, under his breath: “Yes.”
“Yes what?” I whisper.
He glances down at me, his expression unreadable. “Yes, perfectly ridiculous.”
I can’t help the smile.
Georgie
FRIDAY, LUNCHTIME
“See, isn’t this lovely?” I say as I flutter the cloth napkin to my lap and give a happy sigh.
Andrew rolls his eyes, mimicking my gesture with the napkin, except way more impatient. “I don’t have time for this.”
“You made time for it with Liv Dotson,” I say casually, studying the lunch menu.
“You already know she’s a client, although I’d appreciate it if you could go against your natural tendencies and keep that fact quiet.”
I sigh. “I just can’t believe she and Chris are getting divorced.”
We both look up as the server comes over to take our drink order.
“Champagne, please,” I say with a smile.
“Iced tea for me,” Andrew says. No smile.
“He’ll have a glass of the champagne as well. We’re celebrating,” I say with such friendly self-assuredness that the waitress writes it down and walks away without confirming with Andrew.
He’s giving me the half-amused, half-exasperated look that I’m getting to know quite well. “What are we celebrating?”
“My victory.”
“Do I even want to know what you’re talking about?”
I lean across the table with a triumphant smile. “You thought I wouldn’t last a day in your world. I’d say I’m flourishing.”
He leans forward as well. “In case you haven’t noticed, we quit being in my world the second you got me to leave the office for lunch and gave my assistant the rest of the day off.”
I smile. “Like I said. My victory.”
The waitress reappears with two champagne flutes, and I lift one toward Andrew. “Cheers?”
He rolls his eyes, but he clinks his glass against mine.
“Shelley says you have an older brother,” I say, setting my glass aside.
He shrugs. “You say that like you discovered some big secret.”
“News flash: everything with you seems like it’s one big secret.”
He frowns. “That’s not true.”
“Um, yeah,” I say. “I know nothing about you.”
His brown gaze is a little wary. “What do you want to know?”