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“You’d fit right in here,” Morgan said.
She’d like that. But as she said...someday. When she had her life in order like her siblings.
5
WORKS OUT
Alittle more than two weeks later, Cal was walking into the law office of the people he was buying the multiple-family home from.
He would have preferred doing it at Brian’s office, but it didn’t work out and it wasn’t like it was all that far out of his way.
It was the first he was going to see Mia again. He’d had some email correspondence with her. Short and sweet and keeping it to work.
“Can I help you?” the woman at the front desk asked.
“Cal Perkins. I’m here for my closing.”
“Follow me,” the woman said. She got up from behind the desk and he followed her down the hall. “Your attorney arrived already.”
“Good,” he said. “I know I’m early.”
“Yes. The sellers aren’t here yet and it’s just your attorney in the conference room.”
Couldn’t be any more perfect in his eyes.
“Thanks,” he said when the door was shut behind him.
Mia stood up and reached her hand forward. “Nice to see you again.”
He shook hands with her, the heat hitting him in the gut. She sat back down before he could notice if she had on a skirt or pants. She had another suit jacket on over a shirt. White shirt, navy jacket.
She sure was plain in her attire.
“You too,” he said. “Brian is normally last minute running in the door.”
“I was out with another house closing earlier. I actually was here twenty minutes ago. It wasn’t enough time to go back to the office. They were nice enough to let me sit in here and get some work done. It was that or sit in my car. I would have done that too.”
“No reason for it,” he said. “I’m pretty flexible and appreciate you doing this last minute.”
The closing was scheduled for next week, but the sellers were moving out of town and wanted to get their money. Since he was paying cash, it’s not like they were being held up by a bank. Just the attorneys making their schedules fit. Part of that happening was the sellers’ attorney had a small window and needed it done here. Who was he to argue when he was just as happy to get it done?
“It all works out in the end,” she said. “Can I ask...about your first name?”
He grinned. “Yep. It’s a different one. Now you know why I go by Cal.”
“It’s just not what I expected,” she said. “Not that different. I’m going to assume it’s someone’s surname?”
“My mother’s maiden name. Lynn Callery.”
“Nice Irish last name but not a first name,” she said.
“Exactly. I don’t think they had any intention of calling me that though. Too confusing around food.”
It took her a second and then she laughed. “I get it. Food calorie.”
“Yep,” he said. He was still smiling. She was too. She was hot when she looked like that. It made him wonder if that was why she didn’t dress for attention.
It gave him a minute to appreciate her straight brown hair, high cheekbones. She didn’t have a lot of makeup on. He liked that about her.
