Page 8 of Fierce-Zander

It was the way Betsy was eying him. Like his assistant knew what he was thinking and feeling since he’d first laid eyes on Dr. Regan Philes two months ago when she moved into the office next to his.

That yeah, she was beautiful.

She was smart. She was witty.

She definitely didn’t appear shy.

“What makes you think she’s shy?” he asked.

Betsy laughed. “You’re not disputing the other things?”

“No reason to,” he said, laughing.

“Maybe not shy. Guarded is probably a better word.”

“I’d think in her job she has to be.”

He’d talked to her more than just in passing but not often.

Once she’d come into his office and asked if they could chat. She’d wanted to know more about his services and him as a person. That she was positive she’d have clients that might need the use of his services but didn’t want to recommend him without knowing more.

He found her straightforward and to the point. Professional with it but kind also.

It was a hard combination to pull off, but he didn’t think she was trying as much as it was just in her nature.

And maybe his heart knocked a few times in his chest and he had to force himself to pay attention to her words and not her light blue eyes and pale pink lips.

She’d been wearing navy pants and a white sweater that day. Just a summer one and had a light almost sheer scarf on with white, orange and a touch of navy in it.

On her feet was a pair of sexy navy pumps that might have had him checking for drool.

He’d always been a fan of sexy accessories on women.

“True,” he said. “Why are we talking about Regan?”

“Because I see you looking at her. Or for her when you leave the office,” Betsy said, smiling.

He turned and looked out his door and saw that his assistant most likely saw him turn his head to look at Regan’s office without even realizing it.

“I’m looking around the hallway when I leave,” he said.

“For danger?” Betsy asked. “You know, like Trent or Regan coming at you to give you a paper cut?”

“We aren’t the only ones on this floor,” he said.

“You’re protesting way too much,” Betsy said. “Just admit it. You like Regan.”

“I’ve got no reason to dislike her,” he said. “And now I’ve got work to do.”

He walked into his office and shut his door so he could make a few calls.

Not that things had to be private from Betsy, but she’d get on the phone or would be listening to music and he didn’t want the distractions.

“I tried, Grant,”Betsy said two hours later.

“Tell me what happened,” Grant said as he approached her reception counter in Zander’s suite. “I need to report back to Garrett. He’d normally be with me, but he was in a meeting when I left. I had to meet with someone on the third floor here and thought I’d swing down to say hi.”

Grant had to get some matchmaking work done on Zander, as his wife and sister-in-law were going to try to focus on Dane Grey, Chloe Kennedy’s brother. There was no way he and his brother could do much with that one. They had no reason to see a pediatrician, and his employee, Chloe, wasn’t about to help out at this point either.

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