6
“You’re late,” Nick said when Greg came into the conference room ten minutes after the staff meetinghad begun Monday morning.
“Sorry. Car trouble.”
Mark leaned close enough to him to whisper, none too softly, “Or woman trouble?” The earned him a couple of chuckles, and a “No way,” from Greg.
Apparently he hasn’t told anyone but me that he’s gay. Interesting. Not that it matters. “All right.Now that everyone’s here shall we continue?” Nick said. “Susan, how is it going with the Wellington account?”
The meeting went as they generally did, breaking up two hours later. Nick was almost to his office when Greg stopped him to say, “Sorry I was late. It won’t happen again. Did you have a good weekend?”
Nick accepted his apology with a nod. “I did. Did you?”
Greg lifted a shoulder. “It was okay. Did chores, grocery shopping, went running. I kind of hoped I’d see you at the park on Sunday.”
“I’ve found a better place,” Nick replied.