being.” He opened the door for her.
Since it was a Saturday, there was no receptionist waiting in the foyer. The silence that greeted them was slightly eerie.
“Is the elevator okay?” Brady asked. “Or would you prefer to take the stairs?”
“The elevator’s fine.”
They rode in silence up to the offices of Michelman, Willen and Willen.
“Someone else is here,” Brady observed when he found the door to the office suite was unlocked.
“I made coffee,” the bow-tie wearing associate announced, rounding the corner, his nose in an oversized legal file.
Brady arched an eyebrow. “You knew we were coming?”
“I’m not that good,” Gerald replied easily. “Just saying it’s there if you want it.” He looked up from his reading material. “Nice to see you again, Ms. Winn. We weren’t introduced yesterday. I’m Gerald White.” He extended his hand and a smile.
She shook it. “Nice to meet you, Gerald.”
“Did you need something from me, boss?” he asked Brady.
“Is the file room unlocked?”
“It is.”
“Then I don’t need anything. What are you working on?”
A slight frown pinched Gerald’s forehead. “I’m not supposed to say.”
Brady sighed. “Another of Eric’s secret projects?”
Gerald nodded.
“Okay, I won’t put you in a tough spot. I’ll just ask him about it on Monday.”
“Appreciate that.” Nodding to them both, Gerald strolled away.
“Milton Willen was a good man,” Brady muttered. “But I can’t say the same about his son. C’mon. The file room is this way.”
He led the way through a series of hallways that finally led to the biggest file room Amy had ever seen. She gasped at the size of it.
“We lawyers love our paperwork,” Brady remarked drily.
“Do you think we’ll be able to find…?”
“Of course. Phyllis explained the code. We’ll just follow the bread crumbs and end up in Oz.”
“The bread crumbs were for Hansel and Gretel, who weren’t going to Oz,” she pointed out. “ And they didn’t end up leading them home.”
“Ye of little faith. Ellis vs. Snyder,” Brady declared. “Since it’s from ninety-four, it’ll be in the archived section.” Pushing off the table, he headed toward the back of the file room.
Amy followed closely behind, feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation over what her mysterious inheritance could be that she forgot to breathe.
She stumbled over an electrical cord and would have tripped, but Brady turned quickly enough to catch her elbow and hold her upright.
“You okay?” He searched her face, concern shining in his eyes.
“Just a klutz,” she assured him. “I was distracted and wasn’t watching where I was going.” Suddenly aware he was still holding her arm, she offered a weak smile. “I promise I’m not going to fall.”
His gaze narrowed and he focused on her intently. “I think I may have already.”
She blinked. “Excuse me?”
Without releasing her, he leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “I think I may have already fallen for you, Amy Winn.”
She shivered, but didn’t know if it was a reaction to his breath tickling her ear or his words.
“I think you’re wrong about us not fitting together,” he murmured before pressing his lips to the spot just beneath her ear.
She gasped and her knees buckled at the sensation. Instinctively, she grabbed his shoulder to keep from collapsing like a ragdoll, but she didn’t push him away as his lips slowly traced along her jawbone setting off mini-explosions of pleasure. She couldn’t push him away. She didn’t want to.
She wanted more of this feeling.
She didn’t wait for him to reach her lips; instead, she turned her head to find his mouth, searching intently, knowing that a mere kiss wasn’t going to satisfy the desire raging like a wildfire in every cell of her body.
But he pulled back.
She tightened her grip on his shoulder, trying to encourage him to return to what he’d started.
“I’m thinking
Since it was a Saturday, there was no receptionist waiting in the foyer. The silence that greeted them was slightly eerie.
“Is the elevator okay?” Brady asked. “Or would you prefer to take the stairs?”
“The elevator’s fine.”
They rode in silence up to the offices of Michelman, Willen and Willen.
“Someone else is here,” Brady observed when he found the door to the office suite was unlocked.
“I made coffee,” the bow-tie wearing associate announced, rounding the corner, his nose in an oversized legal file.
Brady arched an eyebrow. “You knew we were coming?”
“I’m not that good,” Gerald replied easily. “Just saying it’s there if you want it.” He looked up from his reading material. “Nice to see you again, Ms. Winn. We weren’t introduced yesterday. I’m Gerald White.” He extended his hand and a smile.
She shook it. “Nice to meet you, Gerald.”
“Did you need something from me, boss?” he asked Brady.
“Is the file room unlocked?”
“It is.”
“Then I don’t need anything. What are you working on?”
A slight frown pinched Gerald’s forehead. “I’m not supposed to say.”
Brady sighed. “Another of Eric’s secret projects?”
Gerald nodded.
“Okay, I won’t put you in a tough spot. I’ll just ask him about it on Monday.”
“Appreciate that.” Nodding to them both, Gerald strolled away.
“Milton Willen was a good man,” Brady muttered. “But I can’t say the same about his son. C’mon. The file room is this way.”
He led the way through a series of hallways that finally led to the biggest file room Amy had ever seen. She gasped at the size of it.
“We lawyers love our paperwork,” Brady remarked drily.
“Do you think we’ll be able to find…?”
“Of course. Phyllis explained the code. We’ll just follow the bread crumbs and end up in Oz.”
“The bread crumbs were for Hansel and Gretel, who weren’t going to Oz,” she pointed out. “ And they didn’t end up leading them home.”
“Ye of little faith. Ellis vs. Snyder,” Brady declared. “Since it’s from ninety-four, it’ll be in the archived section.” Pushing off the table, he headed toward the back of the file room.
Amy followed closely behind, feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation over what her mysterious inheritance could be that she forgot to breathe.
She stumbled over an electrical cord and would have tripped, but Brady turned quickly enough to catch her elbow and hold her upright.
“You okay?” He searched her face, concern shining in his eyes.
“Just a klutz,” she assured him. “I was distracted and wasn’t watching where I was going.” Suddenly aware he was still holding her arm, she offered a weak smile. “I promise I’m not going to fall.”
His gaze narrowed and he focused on her intently. “I think I may have already.”
She blinked. “Excuse me?”
Without releasing her, he leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “I think I may have already fallen for you, Amy Winn.”
She shivered, but didn’t know if it was a reaction to his breath tickling her ear or his words.
“I think you’re wrong about us not fitting together,” he murmured before pressing his lips to the spot just beneath her ear.
She gasped and her knees buckled at the sensation. Instinctively, she grabbed his shoulder to keep from collapsing like a ragdoll, but she didn’t push him away as his lips slowly traced along her jawbone setting off mini-explosions of pleasure. She couldn’t push him away. She didn’t want to.
She wanted more of this feeling.
She didn’t wait for him to reach her lips; instead, she turned her head to find his mouth, searching intently, knowing that a mere kiss wasn’t going to satisfy the desire raging like a wildfire in every cell of her body.
But he pulled back.
She tightened her grip on his shoulder, trying to encourage him to return to what he’d started.
“I’m thinking
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