Do you have a minute?” he called out.She turned abruptly. “Of course.” Looking concerned, she said, “Is something wrong?”“No. Well, nothing else with Ella,” he corrected. “I just wanted to talk to you for a minute. I, um, I didn’t think we resolved everything between us.”The eyes he was so taken with widened, then blinked. When she focused on him again, her expression looked carefully blank. “There wasn’t anything to resolve. All we had was just a date.”He knew it had been more. There had been a real connection between them. He’d felt their tension, felt the awareness. Though he was clumsy around women, even he had known that she would have accepted if he’d asked her out again.“The night when I came over for steaks—it was one of the nicest evenings I’ve had for some time.”“I enjoyed myself, too.”She gazed at him, waiting. And he knew she wasn’t going to let him off anymore. If he was going to stop her in the parking lot, she wanted an explanation.
