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“That works. I’ll call you later this evening.”
“The documents and photo will be in your inbox in the next few minutes.”
“I’ll watch for them.”
“Enjoy your dessert.”
“Guaranteed.”
As the line went dead, he pocketed the phone and turned back to the kitchen.
From her spot beside the coffeemaker, Nan arched her eyebrows. “That sounded like an interesting call.”
He flattened his mouth and shifted his features into neutral. “It was work related.”
“Uh-huh.” Smiling, she picked up the coffeepot and began filling their mugs.
Marc mentally replayed his conversation with Bri. Near as he could recall, he hadn’t said anything that should give Nan romantic ideas.
“Interesting how?” He opened the fridge and rummaged around for the cream. “All we talked about was work.”
“It wasn’t what you said but how you said it—and how you looked when you turned around.”
Good grief.
His grandmother’s intuitive powers were every bit as strong as they’d been decades ago when she’d been able to give him a fast once-over after a tough day at school and know he needed a hug.
But it was safer to go with the-best-defense-is-a-good-offense strategy.
“I think those radiation treatments are affecting your brain, Nan.”
She held out her hand for the cream. “Are you telling me that wasn’t a woman on the other end of the line?”
He passed her the carton. “I have a lot of women colleagues.”
“I bet you don’t get together with many of them on Saturday at a coffee shop.”
Nan would have made a formidable prosecuting attorney.
“This is an unusual case.” He picked up his mug, grabbed the white bag that held their dessert, and returned to the table.
“How so?” She retook her seat too.
He gave her a topline as he opened the bag and pulled out the macarons. “I’m only involved in a consulting capacity. Which flavors do you want?”
“Too hard to pick. Why don’t we split them?”
“Fine by me, but I’ll let you do the honors. I’d crush those fragile shells.” He rose, pulled the small paring knife from the block on the counter, and handed it to her as he reclaimed his chair.
“So tell me about this woman.”
They were back to that.
But rather than evade the question, why not be up-front? Nan had already picked up on his interest. Downplaying it wouldn’t fool her.
“Tall, blond, blue eyes. Very attractive.”
“Also nice, I take it.” She began cutting the macarons in half.
