BETTY“More martini?” I ask, turning toward the jug on the counter as if the question will break the tension,I hear him scoff behind me, soft and amused, and when I glance back, he’s already moved to the living room. Thank God. I don’t think I could survive another second of pretending I don’t feel the shift in the air.I finish the rest of my drink in one determined gulp, the burn grounding me, then carry the jug and set it gently on the coffee table, carefully.“I actually never got the chance to thank you,” he pauses. “For the opening.”I pause and briefly turn to him. “You don’t have to. I should be the one thanking you. ”He shakes his head once, deliberately. “It was your vision. You carried that night on your back, Betty. Most people would’ve folded.”Something warm settles in my chest, and I nod, suddenly unsure what to do with the praise. “It was… a pleasure, and if we are doing this, I should thank you, too, for saving the night.”His brow furrows slightly. “Saving it how?”
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