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While we were sharing the ice cream, I thought about how this had been the best day I’d had in a long time. He was such a kind man, and I found myself enjoying his company. When we finished our ice cream, he looked at his watch.

“We really need to get going. I have to get back to the office.”

“I have some work to do myself,” I signed.

He paid the bill, and when we exited out of the booth, my body began to tremble as I felt his hand on the small of my back as we headed out the door. After climbing into the back of the limo, he shut the door and turned to me.

“I had a really nice time with you,” he signed.

“I had a really nice time with you too.” I smiled.

He turned his head and stared out the passenger window. Suddenly, he seemed off. So, I placed my hand on his arm to get his attention.

“Is something wrong?” I signed.

His lips formed a small smile as his eyes stared into mine, and he softly brought the back of his hand up to my cheek while I read his lips.

“No. Nothing is wrong.” He removed his hand from my cheek and started signing. “I really want to see you again.”

“I want to see you too.”

The limo pulled up to his office building, and before Henry climbed out, he took hold of my hand and held it for a moment.

“I’ll be in touch,” he signed as the corners of his mouth curved upward.

“I’m looking forward to it.” I smiled.

Chapter Six

Henry

As soon as I entered my office building, I let out a deep breath. I didn’t want to leave her. I’d enjoyed our lunch and our conversation, and there was so much more I wanted to know about her. I took the elevator up to my office. As I passed by June’s desk, she stopped me.

“Henry, Kirsten is here. She just ran to the restroom and said she’d be right back.”

I let out a sigh. “Thank you, June.”

“Also, here are your messages while you were at lunch.” She handed them to me.

“Thanks. You didn’t tell Kirsten how long I was gone, did you?”

“No. She didn’t ask.”

“Okay.”

I walked into my office and took a seat behind my desk. Pulling out my phone, I noticed I had a text message from Ben.

“Dude, I got three free tickets for the Yankees game tonight. Premium seats. Frankie’s in. You? Don’t let a friend down. It starts at 7:00.”

I laughed when I read his message.

“Count me in. Have Frankie meet you at your place, and then I’ll pick you both up at six o’clock since your place is on the way to the stadium.”

“Awesome. I knew you wouldn’t let your bros down. See you later.”

“Hey, baby,” Kirsten walked into my office and took a seat on my lap. Wrapping her arms around me, she pressed her lips against mine. “Where and with whom did you go to lunch with?”

Shit.

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