She looked up to see Adrian standing hesitantly by the receptionist’s podium, scanning the restaurant. He spotted her and came directly to the table. “Could we eat together?” he asked, nodding politely to the others at the table. “At another table?” “What’s the matter with right here?” She wasn’t going to make this easy for him. The “liftys” were suddenly engrossed in conversation, their heads together. He sat beside her at the end of the table, effectively isolating them from the others. He seemed nervous but determined, and as he opened his mouth to speak their server came by. “Have you ordered?” he asked. She nodded. “Just coffee please, Janine.” He shot a quick look at Morgan. “Something tells me I won’t be staying long.” She tried unsuccessfully to hide a smile. “Listen, Adrian...” “I’m sorry, Morgan...” Their words hung there and she forced herself to look at him. Why did he have to have such remarkable eyes? There was no superiority there, no sense that he’d edged her out for the coveted job.
