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He continued to stand—a little closer than before—and Alfred shuffled over to close the distance between Mrs. Koeppel and himself.
As he walked, he said, “In our advanced years, there are certain things our bodies just don’t want to do for us any longer, and helping each other stand is just one of those things. But we get by, don’t we, Marge?”
Mrs. Koeppel beamed up at him and winked. Boy, she was a flirt, wasn’t she? She hugged Sam and patted her back.
“See you soon, dear. David is working on some estate planning documents for me, and I’ll be back in a week or two to sign them. I’ll see you then.”
Smiling, Sam returned Mrs. Koeppel’s hug. “I’ll make sure to watch for you.” She held onto Sam’s arm while Alfred walked to her other side and put his arm out for her to grab it. Sam stepped back and allowed them to walk toward the door. They were extremely cute together.
Grayson had stepped in front of them to open the door. “It was very nice meeting you both.”
If one could call a man beautiful, this man was certainly that!
Mrs. Koeppel replied, “Mr. Kinkaide, she really is a wonderful person. Don’t let this opportunity pass you by.” She winked, and a smile spread across his face.
Sam couldn’t imagine any woman could resist that smile. Grayson replied, “I promise you, I will make every effort not to let the opportunity pass me by.” Sam’s eyes grew wide, and her mouth was ajar as she gaped at the three of them. Jessie giggled, and Sam scowled.
Jessie smiled broadly and winked. “That Mrs. Koeppel sure knows how to make an exit.”
Grayson turned to walk back into the room as Bill Chase entered the lobby from behind Sam. He watched the elderly couple leave and nodded. “I see you’ve met Mrs. Koeppel and Alfred. They’re a cute couple, aren’t they?”
Grayson smiled.Oh, my God, that smile!He nodded at Bill. His eyes were so beautiful—dark like black coffee, thick lashes and sexy crinkles at the edges. A sigh escaped Sam, and Bill gave her a sideways glance. She blushed again and said a mentalCrap.
Bill walked forward and shook hands with Grayson and Jackson. Sam was rooted to the spot just watching them—him.
Bill greeted his guests. “Gray, it’s about time I got you to come to me for legal assistance. I was beginning to wonder if I could ever talk you into it.”
Grayson smiled as Jackson stood. “Well, Grandpa was insistent that we use his attorney over the years, but now that he’s retiring, we felt we could make a move,” Jackson offered.
Bill turned to lead the way to the conference room, which was her cue to stop gaping and go back to work. Glancing at Jessie—who still wore a grin on her face—she shook her head and turned to walk back to her office. Grayson spoke up, “Sam, may I have a word with you?”
She froze in her tracks, took a deep breath, and slowly turned around to face him. Bill looked first at Grayson and then at Sam with a furrow in his brow.
“Is there anything wrong, Gray?”
Jackson put his hand on Bill’s shoulder and chuckled as he said, “I’ll fill you in on our interesting visit so far.”
Bill and Jackson continued to the conference room.
At a loss at what to say or do when Grayson spoke, she stared at him until he said, “Is there somewhere we can talk in private?”
She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Clearing her throat and smiling, she tried again. “Sure, we can go to the small conference room.”
Leading the way, her heart raced, and her face continued to burn. She reached into the darkened room and flipped the light switch, illuminating the small sterile room. A picture of a landscape decorated one wall; two black floating shelves were on the other. The upper shelf held a red vase with nothing in it. The lower shelf held a tablet, a red pen, and a telephone. The round black table in the center of the room was barren of anything indicating no one ever used this room. For the first time since working here, Sam felt a bit embarrassed at the starkness present here. Clearly, a man like this one was used to more luxury.
He entered behind her and closed the door, and she turned to face him. In the enclosed room, the aroma of his cologne, which was clean and fresh and reminded her of the Old Spice her grandfather wore, filled her senses and goose bumps danced on her arms. She squared her shoulders and lifted her gaze to his.
His dark brown eyes held hers, the faint crinkles at the edges slightly pronounced in the overhead lighting. Standing this close to him, the broadness of his chest and height seemed to diminish the small room further, and if she hadn’t been so turned on being this close to him, she’d almost be afraid of the way he looked into her eyes.
He smiled and swiped his hand through his hair, causing the graying strands to sparkle in the light. Such a contrast to the darkened hair that hadn’t turned yet.
Her nerves made it impossible to stand still; her heart hammered and the butterflies continued to flutter in her tummy. She blurted out, “I’m sorry about Mrs. Koeppel. I hope she didn’t embarrass you or make you feel obligated to—“
He held his hand up and smiled. “I think you were the one who was embarrassed, and if you don’t mind me pointing it out, I thought you were adorable.”
Surprise rounded her eyes, and her throat grew incredibly dry. “Adorable?” she squeaked out.
He chuckled. “The reason I wanted to speak with you privately is that I noticed how embarrassed you were and I didn’t want to embarrass you further. I would like to take you to dinner. Are you free this evening?”
