first week had been a reasonable success. Sarah and he managed to get along without biting each other’s heads off.
Greg grinned while he shuffled papers across his desk. After a few days of limited movement, Sarah had at last given him clearance to do a few hours of work. She’d started her classes at Columbia right away and had kept her end of the bargain without instigating any more arguments between them. He kept having to remind himself that he hated her, but somehow, he always ended up forgetting about it all over again.
Sarah was seated on the sofa across the room in his study, engrossed in her first school report. Greg caught her glancing his way several times. This was what he’d wanted, right? To have her close to him.
“Is there anything I can get you?” She looked up, almost catching him staring at her.
“No, I’m fine. Finish your school stuff so we can maybe get some exercise.”
That made Sarah get up and take quick strides to his desk. She gave him a disapproving look and perched her hands over her hips.
“You’re not exercising today. I know you feel like you can do more, but we don’t want to aggravate the stitches more than we already have.”
“I’m going crazy inside this house,” he lamented, pushing the papers aside. Greg clasped his hands behind his head and leaned back.
“I’ll have Simon rent some DVDs,” Sarah offered.
He chuckled. “No one rents DVDs these days. That’s why we have cable and pay-per-view.”
His teasing seemed to have embarrassed her, and Greg immediately wished he could take back his words. He kept forgetting this girl was not used to the luxuries of life. Nothing had come easy to her, he’d been told by his private investigator.
“Why don’t we go out for dinner?” Greg threw the question with as much nonchalance as he could, not wanting her to think there was more to the invitation than there was.
“Why?”
“Because we need to eat, and I have to get out of this hole sometime. Anyway, you have no classes today.”
Sarah considered his invitation for a moment.
“We’re not going on a date, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
Just when he thought she’d decline, she nodded her head. “Okay. What time should I be ready?”
“I’ll make a reservation for seven o’clock. Be ready at six-thirty. Wear a dress?”
Sarah gawked at him as if he’d lost his mind, but she was quick to rearrange her expression. “O—kay.” She chewed her upper lip before returning to her spot on the sofa.
At the agreed-upon time, Sarah appeared in the living room wearing an awesome number that made Greg stare longer than he’d intended. The white dress with its low-cut cowl neckline showed a modest amount of skin and complemented her brown skin just right. The contrast, in his opinion, made her delicate beauty stand out. Her hair had been swept into a loose, intricate ponytail, which made her long neck look more graceful. Her gold sandals complimented the dress perfectly.
“You clean up well.” Greg meant it as a compliment, but the words came out wrong. God, you’d think he would have more finesse, given his years of experience with the opposite sex. Something about this girl made him say the dumbest things. He wanted to smack himself in the head the next moment. Who says those things to a beautiful woman?
She raised an eyebrow. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”
Now they were even.
“Shall we?”
Sarah nodded and turned for the door. Just before they cleared the doorway, she looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes calculating. “Just because I agreed to dinner doesn’t mean I trust you, Gregory Andrews.”
Greg tilted his head in acknowledgment and invited her to proceed with a sweep of his hand. She continued on her way, and he followed close behind, clutching his cane. He hoped for a stumble-free evening, both literally and figuratively.
Chapter 8
The moment they arrived at Le Bernardin, they were whisked to a
Greg grinned while he shuffled papers across his desk. After a few days of limited movement, Sarah had at last given him clearance to do a few hours of work. She’d started her classes at Columbia right away and had kept her end of the bargain without instigating any more arguments between them. He kept having to remind himself that he hated her, but somehow, he always ended up forgetting about it all over again.
Sarah was seated on the sofa across the room in his study, engrossed in her first school report. Greg caught her glancing his way several times. This was what he’d wanted, right? To have her close to him.
“Is there anything I can get you?” She looked up, almost catching him staring at her.
“No, I’m fine. Finish your school stuff so we can maybe get some exercise.”
That made Sarah get up and take quick strides to his desk. She gave him a disapproving look and perched her hands over her hips.
“You’re not exercising today. I know you feel like you can do more, but we don’t want to aggravate the stitches more than we already have.”
“I’m going crazy inside this house,” he lamented, pushing the papers aside. Greg clasped his hands behind his head and leaned back.
“I’ll have Simon rent some DVDs,” Sarah offered.
He chuckled. “No one rents DVDs these days. That’s why we have cable and pay-per-view.”
His teasing seemed to have embarrassed her, and Greg immediately wished he could take back his words. He kept forgetting this girl was not used to the luxuries of life. Nothing had come easy to her, he’d been told by his private investigator.
“Why don’t we go out for dinner?” Greg threw the question with as much nonchalance as he could, not wanting her to think there was more to the invitation than there was.
“Why?”
“Because we need to eat, and I have to get out of this hole sometime. Anyway, you have no classes today.”
Sarah considered his invitation for a moment.
“We’re not going on a date, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
Just when he thought she’d decline, she nodded her head. “Okay. What time should I be ready?”
“I’ll make a reservation for seven o’clock. Be ready at six-thirty. Wear a dress?”
Sarah gawked at him as if he’d lost his mind, but she was quick to rearrange her expression. “O—kay.” She chewed her upper lip before returning to her spot on the sofa.
At the agreed-upon time, Sarah appeared in the living room wearing an awesome number that made Greg stare longer than he’d intended. The white dress with its low-cut cowl neckline showed a modest amount of skin and complemented her brown skin just right. The contrast, in his opinion, made her delicate beauty stand out. Her hair had been swept into a loose, intricate ponytail, which made her long neck look more graceful. Her gold sandals complimented the dress perfectly.
“You clean up well.” Greg meant it as a compliment, but the words came out wrong. God, you’d think he would have more finesse, given his years of experience with the opposite sex. Something about this girl made him say the dumbest things. He wanted to smack himself in the head the next moment. Who says those things to a beautiful woman?
She raised an eyebrow. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”
Now they were even.
“Shall we?”
Sarah nodded and turned for the door. Just before they cleared the doorway, she looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes calculating. “Just because I agreed to dinner doesn’t mean I trust you, Gregory Andrews.”
Greg tilted his head in acknowledgment and invited her to proceed with a sweep of his hand. She continued on her way, and he followed close behind, clutching his cane. He hoped for a stumble-free evening, both literally and figuratively.
Chapter 8
The moment they arrived at Le Bernardin, they were whisked to a
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