apology you made six months ago. I accept it.”
For a minute she didn’t say anything but continued to stare at him. “I’m curious as to why you’ve decided to accept it now,” she finally said.
He shrugged. “That shouldn’t be so hard to figure out. We need to work together.”
“And can we try to be friends?”
“No, I wouldn’t go that far. I doubt we’ll ever be friends. Forgiving does not mean forgetting.”
She narrowed her gaze at him. “Then why bother?”
“Do you prefer I not accept your apology?”
She rolled her eyes. “Do whatever you want to do, Virgil. I don’t care anymore.”
He really didn’t care that she didn’t care. “Now that I’ve accepted your apology, let’s decide what we’re having for dinner.”
* * *
After giving the waiter her order, Kara took a sip of her ice water. While Virgil was telling the waiter what he wanted for dinner, she took time to think about his acceptance of her apology.
Did he honestly assume she believed just saying he accepted her apology meant his attitude toward her would change? She knew better and like she’d told him, she really didn’t care.
So why are you letting it bother you if you don’t care? a voice inside her head asked.
“So how are things going at the office, Kara?”
The sound of his husky voice intruded into her thoughts. Why was he asking her that as if he really cared? However, since he was making an attempt to be civil, she would tell him. “Everything is going fine. Cassandra no longer works for me. She and Eric moved to San Diego to be closer to his family. That way she could get help with the baby.”
Cassandra was the young woman who’d been her administrative assistant during the time they’d been a couple. But Cassandra had been more than just an employee, she had been her friend, as well. Cassandra and Eric had been two of the first people she’d met upon moving to Charlotte. The couple had lived in a condo a few doors down. Kara had been looking for office help at the same time Cassandra’s job had been downsized.
“Baby? Cassandra had a baby?”
Kara couldn’t help the smile that touched her lips. “Yes, a beautiful little girl named Regan. Regan is about two years old now.”
Virgil smiled and Kara knew this smile was genuine. “I’m happy for her.”
“So am I.” Kara knew he would be happy for Cassandra because her former administrative assistant would bend the rules for Virgil. Like allowing him to sneak into her office when she was away to leave special notes on her desk, drop breakfast off for her or personally deliver her flowers...no matter how many times she would tell Cassandra she didn’t want to be disturbed. And Kara would also admit Cassandra had been the one person who hadn’t believed Marti’s lie about Virgil.
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