Page 23 of Without Apology
He must’ve felt the awkwardness over the moment also as he appeared to struggle with the words. “Guess I’ll see you around.”
“Guess so. But not unless I email Emma first.”
He winced at the reminder of his comment up in the conference room. “I regret how that sounded, but with Tom there, I had little choice.”
I noticed he didn’t outright apologize. But then, did it really matter if we weren’t pursuing a personal relationship? He’d been blunt yet still professional.
“In retrospect, I probably shouldn’t have barged up there. Anyhow, um, have a good week.”
His gaze was filled with remorse. “You, too.”
I watched him walk away and get into his car without a look back as if I was simply a blip in his carefully constructed plan. Perhaps this was a sign. A sign that it was never meant to be.
