it like that.” I asked, “Then how did you mean it?”
He rubbed his face as he did when work went badly. I’d comforted that gesture countless times, and reflex almost drew me toward him. Even as he caused my pain, I still knew how to soothe his. I stayed where I was.
Looking at the bouquet, he said, “It isn’t what you think.” I replied, “Then tell me what I think.” He insisted, “Laura’s a client.”
I reminded him, “You already said that.” He added, “We’ve been working closely
