Me
She already has that covered. She employs several local specialist speakers and facilitators.
It’s what she told me on the way here in the cab. An electric cab, because according to Sapphire, it’s a step toward balancing Mother Nature and Earth.
I didn’t tell her I drive a gas car that weighs the world down. I think that’s how she described it. She’s deeply committed to a greener future and cycles everywhere on a pedal bike, but she made an exception tonight.
She’s so… good. And interesting.
There’s a lot to keep up with, and she makes me think. Something I already do a lot of. I don’t need to overthink more stuff; my brain’s already packed.
Nathan
Keep us posted. Got to go. We’re off to buy a stroller.
Max
Sounds like hell.
Cole
Max is screwing his face up. *laughing emoji*
Nathan
Never say never, Max.
Max
Never. There, I said it.
Nathan
Asshole.
I chuckle to myself at how much of a commitment-phobe Max is. Hell will freeze over before he commits to anyone.
Closing my cell phone, I slide it into the inside pocket of my suit jacket and lift my glass of water to my lips, hoping it will help alleviate the headache that refuses to go away.
“What are you laughing at?” Sapphire returns from the restroom; her joy-filled tone makes her sound like she’s singing.
“Nothing.” I shake my head as she slides into the private seating booth, forcing my emotions down and letting my smile slip away.
“Were you texting your brothers to see if they could give you an excuse to leave?” she asks, eyes shining.
“No,” I scoff. I may not have asked them, but I did consider it. No doubt Sapphire is a clairvoyant, too.
“Liar,” she counters, reading me like a book.
Called it, she is intuitive. Not that I believe in any of that woo-woo voodoo shit. But it’s like she’s already inside my head. How did she do that?
“Okay, I considered it. But only for a second,” I admit, straightening the silverware and spacing them evenly apart.
“Oh, I know you did.” That broad smile of hers returns, and I like that she’s not offended by my confession. “Having dinner with me tonight caught you off guard, Elijah, and I can tell you like organization and things done a certain way. You hate having things sprung on you.”
I nod in agreement. “What else do you think you know about me?” Color me curious.
“You’re quiet, thoughtful, and serious. You probably do Sudoku in your free time. And”—she pauses thoughtfully—“you like to use your analytical mind playing games such as chess. You also enjoy botany. Specifically bonsai.”
