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.