"I'll take that as progress," he said. "What will it take?"
"Time."
"Okay." He nodded once, serious now. "I have time."
She studied his profile, the way he looked so controlled yet coiled.
He cleared his throat, shifting gears. "So. How did you come to secure an interview with Mr. Duvall?"
She welcomed the change in subject. "I met him at the awakening party. Cyril introduced us and told him I was job hunting. Do you know him?"
"I know of him," Eric replied as he turned onto the main road leading deeper into Crestwood. "I've never spoken to the man until the party. He's… private. Keeps to himself. But he has influence. And apparently decent reflexes," he added dryly. "Since he rescued you from the pool."
Heat rushed to her cheeks. "I was fine."
"You were drowning."
"Temporarily," she muttered.
"And how is it that you cannot swim, Sera?"
"I never learned to," she said simply.
"Want to?" he asked after a moment.
She hesitated. "If I have the opportunity to."
