He nodded, slowly. It was a good idea. And as much as he was scared of it, he was sure it was right.
"I think you are right."
His eyes went distant.
"How about one week from today, six PM, at that restaurant down the street? They have a nice secluded table area, where we can talk, and work things out."
His eyed searched hers as he worried, and hoped. One week. Surely northing would happen in a week.