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“Thanks, um, I really do need to be going.” The present topic was one Tielle was certainly in no state to discuss, and especially not with the man on the other end of her line. “I appreciate your concern…” She quickened her pace en route to the office.
“Certainly, Tielle, I’ll let you get on with your day.”
Tielle pressed the end button without further ceremony. She rushed past the beveled glass doors leading into Turner Estates’s administrative wing. The hem of the blue-gray dress she wore flipped with more intensity with the somewhat frantic nature of her pace. Faro’s call had her more agitated than she wanted to admit.
“Morning!” She tossed a blanket greeting over the room, not bothering to make eye contact with her staff or any waiting visitors.
“I only need to grab the rest of the counseling center presentation,” she told Laura on her way past where the woman stood speaking with her assistant, Marisol Estes.
Tielle slammed her office door, effectively silencing what Laura was calling out to her just then.
Finding the storyboard mock-ups where she’d expected them was enough to improve Tielle’s mood a bit from Faro’s unexpected call…and the apology that followed. She was giving the presentation a final thumb-through when a single knock sounded on the door.
“Sorry, Laura. I just needed to grab this. I’m already crazy late…” Eyes still focused on the portfolio, Tielle opened the door, waiting for Laura to walk in with conversation.
There was only silence, which eventually drew her gaze. The portfolio slipped from her fingers when she discovered that the knock hadn’t come from her colleague but her husband.
Ex.
Graedon Clegg filled the doorway with shoulders that threatened to brush the frame.
“Spare a little time for me, Tel,” he said.
Chapter 2
He didn’t give her the option to accept or decline. Of course he wouldn’t. Any man who had to angle sideways to clear a doorway didn’t wait for permission to enter any room. When he knelt before her instead of entering, though, Tielle jumped as if she’d been scorched.
Grae bent to retrieve the portfolio Tielle had dropped. He offered her the folder, smiling so slightly that it may’ve been missed when she didn’t reach to take it.
Grae hung on to the portfolio, using it as an added excuse to move deeper into the office. There, he set the presentation on the desk and took a seat on its edge.
“Close the door.”
He was asking if she would close the door. Again, there was rarely another answer besides yes when Graedon Clegg asked a question. Tielle had always considered it an annoying habit. That was before time in her husband’s—ex-husband’s—presence had clued her into the fact that it was purposefully done. He asked questions in such a manner that to respond in the negative seemed strange.
Close the door. Spare a little time for me, Tel.
Tielle closed the door, leaning back against it in hopes that her stance would seem easy as opposed to wilting.
“You’re a little early, aren’t you?” She forced herself to speak with the same ease she was hoping to perpetuate in her stance.
“Meaning?” He smiled at her query.
“I haven’t even given an answer yet.”
“Answer.” He frowned. “Answer for what?”
Tielle pushed off the door, not completely closing the distance between them but moving just close enough for her to study his expression.
Good one, Ti, she silently admonished herself.
Studying Grae Clegg’s expression was only a sidebar to the real intent, which was just…studying. Marveling, actually, over the combination of features that created a divinely constructed face. She blinked, having caught the faint smile that he was never quite fast enough to hide from her. He revealed it whenever he knew he had achieved whatever it was that he sought.
“I told your brother I needed time to think on it.” Tielle coolly added distance between them, moving behind her desk. “But I told Faro I didn’t think it was a good idea.” She didn’t sit, merely stood tapping her fingers to the semicluttered surface of the desk.
“Tel.” Grae spread his hands in sync with his grin while pretending to come clean. “I got no idea what you’re talking about.”
