Lunches were easy to pull off. Most women are comfortable with “just lunch.” Dinner could be something more serious, so Eric worked extra hard at letting Jill know it was a simple good-bye token of affection.
“Let’s have dinner,” Eric suggested to her. “Say good-bye, one last hurrah between friends.” However, he used the same excuse two weeks earlier when he wanted to see Jill and four days later when he drove in the area and stopped by her office to see how the campaign was going.
The Ebb Tide Grill was home turf for Eric. He wanted to be with her in a familiar place where he had a history. He wanted to take her there again. It was comfortable in one sense, but he was about to go undercover again and Ross would say maybe stupid . . . then dangerous.
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