Ayrie finished her glass of wine and set it on the table. "It felt like ages. Symphony was tired of me checking the calendar to see how many days you'd been gone."

She bit her lip, unsure what else to say other than what she was carefully avoiding. She desperately wanted to tell him she was in love with him, but she wanted to keep things casual until he made the next move. It was like playing cat and mouse. The cat didn't want to move until the mouse was exactly in the right position.