Page 57 of Harvey

“And here you are making sandwiches.”

Leaning back in the chair, he stared at her. “You are very good at that.”

“Slicing vegetables? It’s not complicated.”

“You handle the knife very well.”

“Still not complicated.” Fetching the bread from the tin, she started stacking. “Who was she?”

The glass of water was arrested halfway to his mouth. “Er- umm- Someone I know.”

“Clearly. Who was she to you?”

“Sheer- “Damn, he hated being backed into a corner, but the look on her exquisite face was making him feel as guilty as a hooker caught at the altar. He had hurt her, and he felt like the lowest scum on the face of the earth. “We were involved.”

“I see.” She finished the sandwich and turned towards the fridge without looking at him.

“Olives?”

“What?”

“I like olives on my sandwich. Not sure what you prefer?”

“Yeah, olives are fine.” He gulped the water. “It was a long time ago.”

“Okay.” She handed him the plate with the well-stacked sandwich.

He watched as she sat across from him and started to cut into her sandwich neat squares before picking up a piece and biting into it.

“You are not hungry?”

“I don’t know what you are thinking.’ He admitted. “I was an ass.”

“You were.” She agreed, dark brown eyes twinkling. “I am guessing it’s something you cannot help.”

His dark brows lifted. “Is that right?”

She nodded. “How long did she last?”

Picking up his sandwich, he took a big bite. “It’s good.” He mumbled.

“It’s just a sandwich.”

“Still good.” He swallowed the bite and took a drink of his water. “Two months. In answer to your question, we lasted two months.”

“Did it mean anything to you? Was it a relationship?” Her steady gaze was making him uncomfortable.

“It wasn’t a relationship.”

“Because you never did in the past.”

“That’s right.” He eyed her, wondering what game she was playing or if she was being honest.

“And now?” she asked him steadily.

“I had no idea we came here for more than just eating.”

“I was going to wait until we get back upstairs, but we are just conversing.”

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