Chapter 33

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Should I call?

I drove home and sat in the car for a while, watching the sunset. It would be the perfect opportunity to get to know Gregory better, now that I had an opening. But, while in the past I would have used any means to get what I wanted—scrupulous or not—I figured that being a selfish, arrogant Don Juan wouldn’t get very far with a guy like him.

Something about Gregory proclaimed, “Beware, careful handling required.” I didn’t want to make him think any less of me that he probably already did, no matter how much his eyes scorched my skin whenever he looked at me.

When I climbed the porch steps, I spied a basket of goodies. There was no card. I unlocked the front door, groaned as I bent over and picked up the gift, then went inside. I placed the item on the table along with the piece of paper with Gregory’s number.