Lucky

An impromptu meeting with the partners made the workday run late. Nonetheless, Travis returned for me when I called for him. When he opened the door of the shiny black Mercedes sedan, he said, “Mr. Mackenzie is expecting you for dinner.”

“What? He never called me.” I slid into the back seat where polished wood and soft black leather surrounded me. “What time does he want to meet?” I checked my watch.

“In twenty minutes.”

Looking down at my work clothes, the pencil skirt, and low heels, I decided it was for the best. No false pretenses this time—meaning, no red dress.

From the driver’s seat, Travis made eye contact with me through the rearview mirror. “Mr. Mackenzie wanted you to be comfortable. Please help yourself to a glass of wine.”

I wondered what we were celebrating. “Can you at least tell me where we’re going?”

“No. He wants you to be surprised,” he said with a grin.

“What are you two up to?” I asked.

“I’m not allowed to say.”

My heart bumped a dance beat. I liked surprises.