“That was the funny part.”
“What?”
“I wasn’t pretending nearly as much as you think.”
“I wasn’t pretending nearly as much as you think.”
For a second, I just stared at him.
He rubbed the back of his neck.
Suddenly looking far less confident than the actor I’d hired.
“Would you let me take you to dinner next weekend?”
I looked toward the gate where Jordan had disappeared, then back at the man still standing beside me.
For a second, I just stared at him.
One had spent years making me feel invisible.
The other had spent one afternoon reminding me I wasn’t.
I smiled.
“I’d like that.”
Clark offered me his arm with an exaggerated flourish.
Laughing, I slipped mine through it.
For the first time in a very long time, I wasn’t pretending to be happy anymore.
“I’d like that.”
