Chapter 34

Am I the only one who thinks the silence between us is awkward?

The dim sum cart rolls by and Derek stops the waiter. “You have spring rolls?” he asks.

As it turns out, there are two types of spring rolls, pork and vegetable. Derek orders both, and fried wontons, and crab rangoon. The bamboo steamer baskets stretch out between us like a line of demarcation. When he opens the first one, hot steam billows up. “Help yourself,” he says, spearing a spring roll with his fork.

“Thanks.” I take two crab rangoons and set them on the small plate in front of me. Without looking at him, I ask, “So what was it you brought me here to tell me?”

“I just wanted to talk.” He bites into the spring roll and immediately starts blowing out steam. “Damn, that’s hot!”

Laughing, I shake my head. “Well, yeah. Hello.” Then I sober up. “So what do you want to talk about?”