“No, I haven’t.”
“That’s good.” Relief was evident in his voice as he blew out a breath. “I need to ask you a question. Did he provide you with pre-qualifications for funding?”
“Of course. Why?”
“No reason. I just doubt he’ll actually purchase it.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Just a hunch. So don’t waste a lot of time on him, all right?”
“I’ll remember that.” I absentmindedly brought my fingers to my mouth, remembering the feeling of his lips against mine.
“Excellent.” He cleared his throat. “It’s almost closing time. Want to meet me for dinner?” He was playful again, almost as if he already knew my answer.
“I honestly have an entire stack of papers on my desk. I doubt I will be getting out of here any time soon.”
“That’s not ano,” he pointed out.
I laughed. “It’s a no, Cane.”
“If I were to take you to dinner, where would you like to go?”
I couldn’t help the grin on my face. “What does it matter? It. Isn’t. Going. To. Happen.”
“Humor me.” I could hear his smile through the phone and imagined him sitting at a large desk, chewing on the end of a pen.
“I don’t know. I like pizza. I suppose you would, theoretically, take me for pizza.” I sighed.
He laughed loudly. “You’re serious?”
“What? Pizza’s my favorite.”
“Pizza it is, then.”
“Pizza it is, dinner it is not,” I countered. “I amnotmeeting you for dinner, Cane.”
“What have I ever done to you?” he asked, a hint of a laugh still in his voice.
“Nothing and I plan on keeping it that way.”
“Sounds like innuendo to me.” I heard him mutter a profanity,followed by a honking sound. “You said that like you’ve been thinking about me doing things to you. Now there’s a thought I’d like to explore.”
“You read way too much into that.” I looked at the clock, back to the stack of papers, and sighed. “I really do need to get this wrapped up if I’m ever going to get out of here tonight.”
“Talk to you soon, Jada.”
I set the phone down, forced all thoughts of Cane out of my mind, and worked solidly for the next hour. I only looked up when Alice knocked at the door.
“Honey, I’m leaving for the evening, but there’s a lady here to see you. Should I send her back or send her to the break room?”
“I’m not expecting anyone,” I said perplexed, my mind racing through possibilities. “Do you know who she is?”
“She said her name was Lucy and she was from Alexander Industries.”
“Alexander Industries? Just send her back, I suppose.”
Why would they send a courier so late? Did I forget to get something signed?
