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“That could work,” she said, though I couldn’t read the look Jolie tossed at me before she was propelled through the store by Stacy.
Was that a pleading that she wanted me to come with? My eyes found the dressing room and had to stop myself from forming fantasies in my head.
11
Jolie
There hadto be history between the pretty blonde and Grant, given the acid smile she’d given me when she spotted me with him. Then there was Grant, so quick to clear up any misinterpretation on her part when he spelled out that I was a client.
Why was I even upset? He was a giant turd… who was doing me a big favor. He didn’t have to drive with me.
“So, how do you know Grant?” the blonde asked.
I could feel the creases deepening in my forehead as I might have slightly… who am I kidding, snarkily said, “I’m the client.”
“Oh…” That seemed to be her go-to word. “Yeah, he said that.” There was a small pause, but I could tell she had more to say. “But Grant hasn’t brought a client into town. Not after his mother—” Her mouth formed a giant Ooo. “Never mind. I’m just surprised he would ask me to open in this weather for a client.”
She wouldn’t win prizes for investigative skills. She was clearly fishing for more information about Grant and me. I could easily just say there wasn’t an us, but I found myself interested in what she started to say about Grant’s mother.
“What happened with his mother?” I asked.
Her eyes glittered as I gave her my full attention. She was obviously a gossip and was dying to tell me.
“Not really my place. But I will say, Grant isn’t one to bring anyone in town, especially aclient,” she repeated.
Her emphasis onclientwas enough that I assumed she didn’t believe it.
“I am just a client. I wasn’t expecting to be in a blizzard,” I said.
“Yeah. Okay. I’m sure all the single women in town will be happy to know that Grant is still on the market.” I shrugged. “Well, let’s see what we can find.”
For the next twenty minutes, she pulled from racks like I had an unlimited budget. Then again, I’d told Grant that Christian approved one.
“Try these,” she said, piling clothes in my arms like we had all day.
I distinctively remembered Grant suggesting one pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, not a complete wardrobe change.
The fitting room was generous, and I was able to dump the clothes on a bench. Before I could even look at what she’d saddled me with there was a knock at the door.
“We don’t have all day, Highness,” Grant said.
“I’m aware, asshat.” That last word was muttered much like my words, “So much for a fresh start.”
“What was that?” he asked.
“Nothing,” and then I added, “You can go, because if you think I’ll put on some weird runway show for you, you have another thing coming.”
“Trust me, if I want a show, there are plenty of women who’d be willing to give me one.”
“Go bother them,” I said, slightly raising my voice but didn’t add he could start with the salesclerk who was obviously interested in him.
I wasn’t sure if he’d left as I fished out a pair of jeans and made quick work of trying them on. Then I pulled out not a sweatshirt but a fuzzy V-neck sweater that made my boobs looks fantastic.
When he gave the door a stiff knock, I swung it open. His eyes immediately dropped. When he met my eyes again, I sported a scowl.
“Did you get a good enough look?”
In Grant fashion, he totally ignored me like I was the crazy one. “We have to go. They are talking about closing more roads.”
