She shakes her head, smiling a small smile.
“We’ll prove to you that we’re qualified for the job.”
“I haven’t even interviewed you yet,” she says.
“I know a conference room filled with great memories that we can use for the meeting.” She’s still grinning when I add, “I’m sorry, Ana.”
“I’m sorry, too,” Jansen says. “Can you forgive us?”
“I forgive you.” Her voice is quiet.
“Please take us back. We won’t let you down.”
“Was it one of you who sent mystery gifts to me at the office?” she asks. “The dolphin figurines?”
“Both of us,” I tell her. “I noticed the ones you brought to the office on your first day.”
“And did you change out my wiper blades a few months back?” When I nod, she asks, “Why didn’t you tell me that was you?”
“Foolishly, we thought you’d know it was us.”
“I didn’t, because I had no idea how you felt about me.”
“We’ll make sure there’s never any question about that again,” Jansen says. He reaches for her hand, and she lets him take it. On her other side, I do the same thing.
We sit like that, not speaking, for several minutes, as a warm glow travels up my arm, spreads into my chest, and brings my heart alive.
