“Put the milk on the table.” Ben obeyed and then began to walk out of the room.
“Stay.” He turned around slowly.
“I have to get back to work-”
“Oh, work can wait. Just for five minutes?”
It was hardly a difficult decision, but he tried to deliberate for as long as possible before giving in. “All right.”
“Sit, sit, sit.” She patted the chair next to hers.
He hovered over the chair. “Is Mr. DeLand not here today?”
“No, Dad’s at the club, playing golf. He told me to tell you he wouldn’t be needing you today.”
“Oh-” Ben stepped away from the chair. “Then I suppose I should-”
Elle talked on. “He also said that you’d still get paid for the day.”
He released a tiny sigh.
“And I told him that you didn’t care about that, but he said I had to tell you, so there it is. Don’t go yet, please.”
Looking back, Ben knew that it was the please that made him stop hovering and take a seat next to her.
“So,” Elle said, leaning forward on her elbows. “Tell me about yourself.”
He laughed. “What do you want me to tell you?”
“Absolutely everything. We are really only at the beginning.”