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Cole sat down and propped up his feet on Ivan’s trunk. “Did you finish your proposal?”
“Not yet. I got…sidetracked.”
“What’s the cause of your preoccupation—or who?”
Ivan remained silent.
“Come on, Ivan. I can tell you like her.”
“Sure I do. Tiffany is a likable woman.”
“That’s not what I mean, and you know it. It’s written all over that stern face of yours. You’re attracted to her.”
“I’ve got work to do, Cole,” Ivan said.
Cole stood up. “Fine. I guess I’ll let you get back to it, then.”
“Good. I’ll see you later.”
After his brother left, Ivan resumed working. He was diligent for a while, but his attention kept straying to Tiffany. She was unlike any woman he knew. Her sense of humor made him smile, and her beauty and spirit appealed to him.
But Cole’s reference to Munich was a somber reminder not to get involved with clients. The Munich incident had involved a friend of a client. When it was time for him to leave, she had not taken the news well. That had caused animosity from his client, and Ivan had vowed to keep things strictly professional after that.
Standing up suddenly, Ivan decided to go for a run. Physical exertion would get Tiffany Gentry off his mind—and if it didn’t, he was in trouble.
Big trouble.
Chapter 3
The party was at MG restaurant in a private dining room on the second floor. It was sophisticated and quiet, with perfect views of the Magnificent Mile. It was a fitting backdrop to celebrate her best friend’s first wedding anniversary. Tiffany set her gift on a beautifully decorated table, then walked over to hug Adrian’s mother.
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“How are you, Ms. Jeannie? The room is amazing.”
Norma Jean Anderson beamed with pride. “Honey, they’ve outdone themselves,” she replied, hooking her arm through Tiffany’s. “I couldn’t be more pleased. This is the first restaurant they dined at after returning from their honeymoon. I thought it a fitting place for the newlyweds to celebrate their first year together.”
“I agree. You look beautiful, too.”
Norma Jean’s silver cowl-necked gown shimmered on her slender body and complemented her honey-toned complexion. Her gray hair was cut short in a style that suited her no-nonsense personality and classic elegance.
“Thank you, dear. You look divine in that dress of yours. Good thing there’ll be plenty of single men at this party like I promised.” Norma Jean nudged Tiffany.
“About that, Ms. Jeannie,” Tiffany began.
“Speaking of single men, did you call Colonel Mangum?”
“I did,” Tiffany replied. “He came out to the shop today and looked around.”
“He did?” Norma Jean replied. “And?”
“And he said he’d give me a quote in a few days.”
Norma Jean leaned closer to Tiffany. “Ivan is such a sweet man. Why he’s still single is anyone’s guess.”
Tiffany ignored that remark. Luckily Heathcliffe Anderson came up behind his wife just then. He greeted Tiffany and placed an arm around Norma Jean.
Norma Jean kissed Tiffany’s cheek and then turned to her husband. “Cliff, don’t just stand there, go alert the photographer that Adrian and Milán are here while I get the group in position.”
