As I spin in my chair, I catch Grant standing sentinel across the room with his arms crossed, watching me.
Does he usually prop himself in the room like some kind of gargoyle, or is this for my benefit?
Has Lenny gone and ratted out my less-than-becoming behavior?
We’ve only just started.
Our gazes lock, and I smirk at Grant, crossing my legs to show off the slit in the side of my skirt.
His eyes narrow, but they don’t drop to the trap I’ve set for him.
No, instead, he looks as intimidating as he always has.
The same strong fortress that’s prompted so many bodyguard fantasies over the years.
I bite my lip to keep from smiling at him.
He raises his brow in response.
We’re at a stalemate.
Because I’m not willing to let him win a round.
Not yet.
3
GRANT
It’s strange to have Harper here in this office after a year without Ryan.
As inevitable as it was for her to wind up here.
As much as I’d predicted and prepared for it.
Ryan’s little girl is now part of the team.
The moment she shifted her studies in college, I knew anything I said to change her mind would fall on deaf ears.
She meant to end up here.
And she’s already creating waves.
The exasperation of our HR man—the one overseeing her group of interns—is comical.
I should have better prepared him for the legacy he had in that conference room.
The one he’s been doing his best to bury under the onboarding paperwork.
It took everything in me not to crack a smile when I asked how they were doing.
When the day winds to a close, I step out of my office again, catching Harper spinning in her chair, distracting not only theother interns but every man on the other side of the glass separating her from the typically functioning office.
Those long shapely legs flash the room with every rotation, and I can barely resist staring at them.
Her chair stops, and she’s smirking at me like I’ve been caught.
I take the opportunity, pointing at her and gesturing for her to get her ass out of that chair and over here.
