One Sentence Across the Table

hadn’t sat back down.

No one at that table expected him to answer her like that.

He looked embarrassed by his own urgency, but he pushed through it. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be rude. Ms. Mitchell, if you’re willing, I would actually love ten minutes of your time tonight. Or Friday. Or whenever you’d allow it.”

Ted gave a short laugh. “Tonight? At Thanksgiving continue reading …