"Why did you want to see me?" I was all stern and business the moment I spotted him sitting at a lonely spot in the gardens of that hotel I'd had the mistake of meeting him. I wondered why kept wanting us to see here.

"Have a seat first, babe." He rose to help me draw out my chair.

I smacked his hand away. "I can draw my own chair, thank you. And don't ever call me babe. I'm not your babe."

"I'm sorry." He began.

"Is that what I'm here for? A stupid apology over a past you made happen with ...