Sunday morning, Jax was back to work on the atlas. With luck, and if no unexpected problems arose, he thought he’d be finished by the end of the day.
If that’s the case, do I tell Donovan I heard from another of my clients and need to leave? I was foolish to agree to go to dinner with Noel tomorrow night. He smiled wryly. Am I being conceited, thinking he wants more than my friendship? He’s certainly given no indication that he does.
He decided not to worry about it. If the time came when it became apparent Noel was looking for more, he would gently tell him that he was honored, but that he didn’t feel the same. Not quite the truth and he knew it. If he were a different man, then perhaps he’d be the one to make the first move and see what happened. Too often he’d wished things were other
