Chapter 3

“Darrell works at my firm,” Travis said.

“Welcome. What can I get you to drink?”

“I’m driving and it’s raining, just an iced tea for me.”

Darrell nodded. “Make that two.”

“I’ll be back with your drinks.”

“You could have had something.”

Darrell lowered his menu to look at Travis. “I’m not really much of a drinker, to be honest.”

“Nothing wrong with that. What are you thinking of having?”

“The chile relleno.”

“Good choice. I think I’ll have the carne asada.”

They gave their orders to the waitress and then Darrell started stuffing his face with the chips and salsa on the table. He had no idea what to say. He’d never been good at small talk on dates, which this wasn’t, and he never felt comfortable talking with employers either.

“I have to tell you, Darrell, I’ve been very impressed with your work.”

Darrell had a salsa covered chip about halfway up to his mouth. He paused and blinked. “Um, really?”