Chapter 31 Dinner Date

• His face gave nothing away, but the way he was sitting, legs crossed, one elbow on the desk, made her feel exposed, and somehow she knew exactly what he was asking. She didn't want to talk about it, but she knew there was no point avoiding the subject because he probably knew what happened. So she shrugged noncommittally and replied,
• "We fought."
• He rolled his eyes, "Duh, wasn't that obvious from the get-go."