Pausing in the doorway, I take in the scene. There’s one long table covered by a white tablecloth, and I’m relieved to see little name cards in front of each setting. Good. My first test won’t be deciding where to sit.
As Sarah squeezes my hand, the CEO looks up and spots me. Dana Peschka doesn’t smile, but her expression warms as she makes her way elegantly across the room.
“Ian,” she says, shaking my hand with a firm grip. “It’s so good to see you. Thank you for coming.”
“Dana.” I return the handshake and hope like hell the first-name basis we established around the office is still in effect tonight. Maybe I should have erred on the side of formality. “Thank you for planning this. I’m eager to get to know everyone more personally.”
“Likewise.” She turns to the tall guy behind her who bears an alarming resemblance to The Rock. “I’d like you to meet my husband, Kellan Mueller.”
“Pleasure to meet you.” Kellan and I shake hands before I gesture to Sarah. “This is Sarah Keating.”
“Just Sarah is fine,” she says, exchanging handshakes with Dana and Kellan. “I’m Ian’s fiancée.”
Dana’s brows lift as she glances at me in surprise. “I didn’t realize you were engaged, Ian.”
“It literally just happened,” I tell her, doing my best not to grin like an idiot. I wonder why Sarah decided to use the title. I don’t know, but I’m damn grateful, and not just because Dana seems pleased. “We’ve known each other since college, but I wasn’t brave enough to ask her to marry me until just a few days ago.”
“Well, congratulations,” Dana says. “I’ll ask the server to bring some champagne.”
“Oh, that’s not necessary.” I glance at Sarah, wondering if that was the right answer. Should I have just let them get into the celebratory zone?
“We’re keeping it fairly low-key.” Sarah offers a genuine smile as she rests a hand on my arm. “Ian keeps wanting me to have an engagement ring, but it’s just not my style.”
Thank God. I wouldn’t have thought of that, the possibility that people would notice Sarah’s bare finger and think I’m a cheap asshole. I’m glad she’s two steps ahead in this conversation.
A dark-haired guy in an immaculate Brooks Brothers suit approaches with CFO Walter Williams on his heels. “I’m Trevor Williams, it’s great to meet you, Sarah.” He shakes Sarah’s hand and then mine as his husband sidles up next to him and gives me a nod of greeting. “Walter and I were just talking about you before you got here. You’re not related to the Lake Oswego Nolans by any chance, are you?”
“Not that I’m aware of.” I smooth down my tie, not sure what else to do with my hands.
The CFO gives his husband a fond eyeroll and rests a hand on his back. “I told you it’s a common name.”
“Well I had to ask,” Trevor says. “Imagine if he was John and Tracey’s boy. That would give him a leg up, right?”
“That’s not how we do our hiring.” Walter shakes his head, but I can tell he’s not really annoyed. That this is one of those familiar interactions between long-married couples, and part of me envies them.
“You said your sons might be joining us for dinner?” I prompt.
“Unfortunately, they can’t make it,” Trevor says. “Joel has a football game, and Gabe has a date.”
Sarah fiddles with her necklace. “Your son isn’t Joel Williams from Roosevelt High, is he?”
Michael smiles. “The one and only.”
“Wow, you must be very proud.” Sarah looks at me with a sort of reverence in her eyes. “He was the All-State quarterback last year. The kid is a legend. He’s had recruiters watching him since his freshman year and he’s still only a junior.”
“How do you know so much about high school football?” I’m grateful she does. I can see from the pride in Walter and Trevor’s faces that we just scored major brownie points.
“I manage a group home for adults with disabilities,” Sarah says for the benefit of Walter and Trevor. “A lot of our residents are fans of prep sports, and we even have a guy who serves as team manager for Roosevelt.”
“Logan Murphy, that’s right,” Walter says. “Great guy. Always has a smile for everyone, and a great attitude. The kids on the team really admire him.”
I’m so grateful for Sarah right now I could kiss her. But it’s time to find our spots at the dinner table, so I keep my lips to myself and take a seat across from Dana Peschka. In the weeks I’ve been working this contract with Wyeth Airways, she’s always been friendly and warm and engaging. Still, I’ve never seen her smile, and I’m not sure if there’s something about me that’s prompting the chilliness. The fact that she’s watching me now with renewed interest seems hopeful.
“You said you two were college friends?” Dana prompts as the server begins filling our water glasses.
“That’s right,” I tell her. “We met in Introduction to Economics our freshman year.”
Dana keeps looking at me expectantly, and I fish around in my brain for some detail more interesting than that. “I—uh—took International Econ concurrently with the introductory class, but ended up focusing more on intermediate microeconomic analysis as I progressed through the curriculum.”
