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“Black and no sugar.”
“Sounds good. Will be right back.”
Bill sat in front of him, and waited until she closed the door to face Damian again. “Very helpful assistant. I noticed she called you Damian and not Dr. Forrest.”
“Brit is a great friend who has been an angel to our family. My kids love her,” he said, omitting the fact Brit was also one of Violet’s best friends. Apprehension clogged his throat, but he pushed down the lump. Did he not share it because it made him feel guilty? Or because anytime he mentioned Violet, her leaving him resurfaced? He cleared his throat. “She was kind enough to help me here at the office too. She’s a single mom and needs to supplement her income.” He picked a pen from his desk and played with it. Why the hell was he giving so much explanation like he’d been caught with his pants down?
Bill scratched his chin. “Of course. She seems like she needs a night out. Why don’t you bring her to my party?”
“Oh, hmmm, I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”
“I’ll personally invite her. You know, my mother raised me all by herself. Single moms don’t get enough credit.”
“No they don’t,” he agreed, feeling the collar around his neck tighten. Bill probably thought inviting her to his catered party would be a great honor. Damn it. “I’ll be happy to take her if she wants to go,” Damian added.
Bill changed the subject, and within a few minutes, Brit walked in carrying his and Bill’s coffee mugs.
“Hope I’m not disturbing,” she said, giving Bill his first. “Here you go.”
“Not disturbing at all,” Bill said, lifting the mug. “You’ve been so kind. I told Damian I want him to take you to a party I’m throwing this weekend.”
She handed Damian his mug, with a quizzical look on her face. “Oh, thanks for the invite, but I’m not sure—”
“We’ll love to see you there,” Bill insisted, taking a sip.
“Hhmm… sure?” she said, her gaze searching for Damian’s. What do I do? Her eyes quietly asked.
“We’ll be there,” Damian said to Bill, but gazed at her. Hopefully his slow nod and stare would carry the message this was a work related, non-date event. And hopefully he’d be able to believe that message himself.
