Rock insisted on paying.
“No arguments,” he said, jabbing a fork in my direction. “If it weren’t for you, we never even would have had a problem to solve.”
We were at a fancy restaurant late into the evening. The restaurant choice and the dinner hangout had all been at Rock’s suggestion as a thank-you for getting him promoted.
“You earned the promotion,” I replied, cheeks warming. “You worked hard.”
He scoffed. “Please. That solution was yours. I just had better timing with the signature.”
I laughed, dipping a breadstick in sauce. It felt good to be here, in a quiet booth with good food and someone who didn’t make me feel like I was constantly tiptoeing through a minefield. I felt like I could unwind in what felt like the first time in weeks.
We were halfway through the appetizer p
