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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 6
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, and 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 the 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.
“I went to the Mexican place a few blocks over with Ben.” I lied.
“I hope you didn’t eat too much because I made us dinner reservations tonight at Tavern on the Green.”
“I really wish you would have asked me first before doing that.”
“Why?” She climbed off my lap and stood over me with her arms folded.
“Because I’m going to the game tonight with Ben. He just asked me at lunch.”
“Too bad. Tell him you can’t go.”
“I already told him I would.”
“Is Frankie going too?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Because you see your friends more than you do me, Henry,” she shouted as she walked away from my desk. “I’m leaving in a couple days, and I won’t see you this weekend.”
“And we’ll spend the evening together tomorrow. I promise. You’ll have me all to yourself.”
“You know what, Henry? Just forget it. I’ll see you when I get back from my trip.” She grabbed her purse and stormed out of my office.
“Fuck!” I shouted as I leaned back in my chair.
I left the office early and went home to change before picking up Frankie and Ben for the game. I hadn’t stopped thinking about Ellie once since lunch. Picking up my phone from the bed, I sent her a text message.
“Hi, Ellie. How are you?”
“Hi, Henry. I’m good. You?”
“I’m good. I’m getting ready to head out to the Yankees game with a couple of friends of mine.”
“Sounds like fun. I hope you have a good time.”
“I’d like to take you out Friday night. My friend, Frankie, owns a small art gallery in Greenwich Village, and I’d love for you to see it.”
“I’d love to.”
“Great. Is six-thirty a good time?”
“It’s a perfect time. You know where I live.” She sent the smiling emoji.
“I’m afraid I don’t know your apartment number.”
“14B.”
“I’ll text you when I’m standing outside your door.” I included the wink emoji. “Enjoy the rest of your evening.”
“Have fun