It was Peter.
Caleb watched Eleanor's expression sharpen with every second of the call and had a pretty good guess this lunch was about to fall apart.
Sure enough, she hung up and gave him an apologetic look. "Sorry, something came up. Can we do this another time?"
"Of course. Go handle it."
Caleb watched her into a cab, and only lowered his hand once it pulled away, muttering to himself, "How do I get this woman to notice I'm actually interested?"
Following the address Peter sent, Eleanor took a cab to a bistro downtown, spotting him through the front window before she'd even gotten out.
"Sorry, traffic was rough getting here." She slid into the seat across from him.
"No worries at all." Peter pulled a thick stack of sketches out of his portfolio bag. "New intern designs. The team'
