As if conceding to her thoughts, or perhaps because her desperation showed, he leaned back and resumed their conversation.
He studied her intently, his gaze more professional than before. This dynamic was one she was more comfortable with. Boss and employee. Not a man and a woman sharing an intimate dinner. A date for God's sake. She hoped to hell this didn't qualify.
"I've incorporated many of your ideas into my final proposal, as they align with my own. I'll have the completed analysis for you to look over on the drive to the meeting tomorrow."
She'd nearly forgotten that they'd already ordered and this was in fact a dinner when the waiter arrived with their entrées. Silence descended as their plates were set, glasses filled with wine, the bottle left on the table at James's request. Then the waiter silently departed, leaving the two in seclusion once more.
