now. We are friends out for the evening to have fun. There will
be no discussion of work. Period.â He sipped his drink. âNow, tell me how dating was complicated.â
She thought back, dredging up the memories. The problem with dredging was that you brought up a lot of stuff better left stuck in the muck. Like the pain. But she knew there was no point in putting Nick off. When he wanted something, he was like a dog who wouldnât let go of his favorite bone.
Sheâd best get it over with. âFirst of all, I needed a free period of time that coincided with my dateâs.â
âWhat else?â
âI had to find someone to watch Sarah and be able to afford to pay them.â
âOkay.â There was no emotion in his voice, but he was frowning thoughtfully as if this was a newsflash to him. âI have a feeling thereâs more.â
âI was working, going to school and taking care of my sister. She demanded a lot of time back then. It was pretty traumatic, losing both parents at once.â
âI can only imagine.â He reached across the table and rested his hand over hers. Wrapping his strong fingers around her own, he brushed a delicate caress across her palm, then squeezed reassuringly.
She wanted to lose herself in the warmth of that tingle-evoking touch, but warned herself not to go there. He could tell himself from now till next Tuesday that they were buddies out on the town. But she couldnâtâwouldnâtâforget that he was head honcho of the corporation she worked for. And it wasnât her job she worried about. Nick wouldnât fire her unless she turned into a psycho-stalking embezzler, who couldnât assistant-manage her way out of a paper bag. She worried that their relationship would change. Until she could spare the time, there was no point in investing
energy in anything that even remotely smacked of fascination, flirtation or infatuation.
In spite of her fears, she couldnât bring herself to move her hand away. This was one isolated night that teetered on the edge of magical. It was unlikely that she would ever do this again. What could it hurt to let him hold her hand?
âSarah got hysterical if she lost sight of me,â she continued, relaxing a bit. âThere just never seemed a perfect time to go out. The few guys who had the courage to ask me eventually got tired of waiting for me to line my ducks up in a perfect row long enough for a fast-food dinner and a movie.â She smiled brightly, hoping it camouflaged the pain. âFinally, they just gave up on me.â
Time had passed, but apparently not enough. The memory still hurt. The shock of losing her parents. The loneliness when her friends stopped calling because she never had time for them. Working at the restaurant. Waiting tables for dating couples, young people in love. Knowing it couldnât happen for her.
Abby had made up her mind to put romance on a back burner until Sarah was in college. That hadnât happened yet.
Her tingles grew tingles when Nick gently squeezed her fingers again. âThe best things in life are worth waiting for, Ab. Those guys were young and stupid.â
Either his touch, or her few sips of wine had made her far too warm. She eased her fingers out of his hold and folded her hands, resting them on the table. âWere you ever young and stupid, Nick?â
His dark, unreadable expression clicked on. âIsnât everyone?â he asked.
Answering a question with a question always piqued
her curiosity. âI donât believe you ever made a mistake in your life.â
âAccording to who?â
Again a question instead of an answer. âItâs just an observation. Youâre so mature and responsible. Youâre the oldest of five. You take care of everyone. Instead of being born with a silver spoon in your mouth, I picture you with a tiny briefcase in your hand. Men like you arenât prone to