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together.”
    “Okay. I’ll hold on to these for now.” She took them and then pushed out of her chair. “Let me show you to the conference room.”
    Grey followed her into a small room. He leaned his crutches against the small table and sat in one of the plastic chairs with his back to the door. “Thanks.”
    “She’ll be here in a minute.” The receptionist smiled and left him alone.
    While waiting, he scrolled through his email, then texted Trip with a reminder to pick him up at five.
    “Mr. Lowell.”
    He looked up at the source of the soft voice.
    “Bambi?” His ears burned as soon as the word flew from his mouth. Bambi was Randall’s sister? Good God, another stroke of bad luck—or maybe not. Damn, she was just as pretty as he’d remembered.
    Despite his discomfort, her confused expression made him smile.
    “Excuse me?” Her stunned voice yanked him from his lusty daze. He noticed her eyebrows had risen to her hairline. “Did you just call me Bambi ?”
    Sky blue, not green. Sky blue eyes dappled with warm flecks of gold. Mesmerizing, but not as bright as the first time he’d seen them. Now faint dark circles beneath them underscored the strain she’d been under.
    “Uh, yeah.” He rubbed his jaw, trying to look nonchalant despite the rush of embarrassed heat racing up his neck.
    She paused, clearly flabbergasted by his ridiculous remarks. Way to be impressive, Grey. He tucked his phone into his pocket. Unlike the other night, today she wore simple black sweats and a white, Alpine PT-embossed pullover. The boxy clothes did little to conceal the womanly frame underneath. She’d been seated when he first saw her, so he hadn’t known if her figure would be as cute as her face. Apparently this girl had it all.
    “I’m sure I’ll regret this question, but where did that come from?” She held his gaze, just like the first time he’d seen her.
    Backbone.
    He liked it. A lot.
    Maybe too much.
    “From the way you reacted to me at Plum Tree.” He shrugged, grinning. Something about her provoked the hell out of him, which prompted him to push her buttons and watch her respond. He decided to roll with the pleasant buzz traveling through his limbs . . . and elsewhere.
    “Reacted?” She closed one eye and scratched at her temple, pretending to think back. “Gee, and here I recall you ducking out before we even spoke.”
    A ripple of satisfaction skimmed through him upon confirming she remembered their near encounter. He leaned close enough to smell her light perfume.
    “When you looked up at me, your eyes got real wide and you blinked a few times.” He paused, smiling at the memory. “Well, like a deer in the headlights.”
    “I did not!” She tugged at her ponytail, but she didn’t back away. A good sign. “Anyway, that name’s demeaning.”
    “Is not. Everyone loves Bambi.” He squared his shoulders. She might claim not to like the name, but the subtle quirk at the corners of her mouth gave her away. He affected her, which revved him up further. “Regardless, it’s how I always think of you.”
    Oh Jesus, he might as well have simply used the word fantasize . Real smooth, Grey. When he finally found the balls to meet her eyes, he noticed a hint of temptation in her expression.
    “That’s . . . interesting. But we should probably stick with my real name.” She held out her hand, smiling. “I’m Avery.”
    His pulse kicked up a notch when he clasped her hand, more than it had from kissing her friend Kelsey. Not good. He didn’t want to let go. “Avery.”
    “No. Avery,” she repeated.
    “Isn’t that what I just said?” His mind struggled to focus on their conversation, which seemed impossible with every nerve ending in his body on high alert.
    “Uh-uh. You said A-vree . But it’s three syllables. A-ver-ee .” Up close he could tell she enjoyed poking at him. Playful—he liked that, too.
    He bit his lower lip and leaned forward, speaking in a low voice. “Guess I’ll