Chapter 12
“Kevin?”
I turned back around, slowly.
“I’m not…” I noticed his hand had curled into a tight fist at his side, as if he were trying to keep control of strong emotion. “I don’t really know what you’re talking about. But it seems there’s something more you want from me.”
“No,” I said, forcing a wan smile. “Nothing. Good night.”
Back in my cubicle, I gathered together the papers for the presentation the next morning. If he came again tonight, I’d just have to tell him it was all too weird for me. Being with him, but not…beingwith him. It’d have to stop. Something that wasn’t really there in the first place, that is. I lifted a file and caught a brief whiff of his cologne. My gut clenched.
Maybe he wouldn’t come again.