Chapter Thirty –Three

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Mollified at my personal revelations, I dragged on a pair of faded, well-worn jeans and a dark green polo shirt.

No one else would be in the office, casual attire would be fine.

And maybe, just maybe, a little less formality would ease the tension between Peter and me.

Stopping on my way to the office, I picked up a bag of bagels and some Danish.

I didn't even know how Peter took his coffee.

That should be something I knew, right?

I'd been so worried about what I wanted; I'd been missing the details. Was that what Angela meant?


See you in a few!