In fairness, I’d probably deserved it, but a week had passed and all we’d managed so far were a few brief and painful discussions about work. Suddenly my concerns about mixing friendship with business didn’t seem so stupid after all.If I’d had my way, I would have confronted her on Monday. A well...
I surveyed the contents of my wardrobe again. This shouldn’t have been so hard. And it was business. As many times as I repeated it to myself, it wouldn’t sink in. The female part of my brain insisted on a clothing selection based on the off chance I might run into Paul by the pool or be required...