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Chapter Nine

The “date” was supposedto take place in a fancy restaurant with both of them dressed up, serenaded by great music as he wined and dined Bobby and, if possible, feast on her wonderfully curvy body as his dessert.

But instead, he found himself at the front door of a red-brick building asking for Bobby.

“Are you Leandro Chris-Cross?”

Leandro nearly choked at the way the older harried-looking woman butchered his family’s name, which was one of the oldest and most illustrious in Greece. “I am Leandro Christopoulos, yes.”

“Good. She’s expecting you. She’s in her office – just go straight down the hallway and it’s the last door on your left.”

He was about to thank her when the woman slammed the door on his face.

Leandro blinked.

The door opened again a second later. “Sorry. I forgot you were supposed to come in.”

She had forgotten he was supposed to come in? What else was he supposed to do when he was here to visit Bobby?

“Close the door for me, will you? I need to get back to the kids.” She hurried away and disappeared around the corner. There was a lot of wailing and Leandro winced at the sound, knowing that whatever had caused Bobby to take a rain check on their date, it was surely of critical proportions.

Walking down the hallway, he stopped on the last door to his left and knocked.

“Come in.”

Bobby also sounded distracted, and when he entered her office, she looked up with a frustrated face that Leandro found surprisingly...cute.

“I’m sorry again about our...”

“Date?” He kept his voice bland, but his eyes laughed at her.

She grimaced. “That.”

Sensing how nervous she was, he casually took out his fake glasses from his pocket and put it on, taking his time to adjust them on his nose. When he looked back at Bobby, Leandro knew that he had been right to put on his disguise.

She was smiling now, obviously more relaxed. “You look so different when you have glasses,” she told him.

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