him something. He opened his office door, and his tan scarf caught his eye. “Where did my scarf come from?”
Lynn was on the phone. “Excuse me a second.” She covered the mouthpiece. “A woman dropped it off a moment ago. Beautiful woman. She was in quite a rush though…”
“Molly was here?” It was lunchtime at Rollins and Clarke. Aiden didn’t even stop to grab his coat as he rushed out of the office and down the two flights of stairs. He pushed through the building’s revolving door and gasped as the cold wind hit him. He looked up and down the street and caught sight of her crossing on the crosswalk on the corner.
“Molly!” He jogged to the corner and stepped off the curb as the light turned green. A taxi cab honked. “Sorry.” He waved and stepped back onto the sidewalk as the traffic zoomed past. “Molly!” he called again.
She turned, and her eyes met his.
“Wait there…please.”
The light took forever to turn red again. She shifted from one foot to the other on the other side of the street and checked her watch as she waited.
He was out of breath when he reached her a moment later. “Thanks.”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“I just wanted to thank you for returning the scarf. Sorry I was unavailable.” She looked beautiful in a red cashmere coat, buttoned all the way up her neck. Her long hair was tied at the base of her neck and hung over one shoulder. She wore makeup, and his eyes fell to her crimson lips. He tore his gaze away. The temptation to kiss her was overwhelming.
“No problem. I’m on the way to the café to see Cameron for lunch, so it was no problem to drop it off.”
“Well, thank you.” Quit saying thank you . You sound like a moron. Say something else. Anything else. “How’s your first day at Rollins and Clarke?”
“So far so good. I’m just getting settled today, but I think I’m going to enjoy working there.” She looked at her watch and moved out of the way of the lunch crowd hurrying past.
I’m keeping her from lunch . “I’m heading to the café myself. Shall we?” He was hungry. Maybe he’d have time to grab something to eat.
“Turkey sandwich?” She headed in the direction of the café.
Aiden laughed as the tension broke, and he fell into step next to her. “How did you know?”
“Lucky guess.” She shrugged and gave a playful smile.
His heart beat hard. He had to spend more time with her. “Listen, Molly, what are you doing Saturday?”
Her smile disappeared, and a frown appeared on her pretty lips. He wished he could pull the words back from the air.
“Look, Aiden, thank you for everything you’ve done, but I’m not interested in seeing…anyone right now.” She stopped in front of the café.
Once again, denied. Think fast. The toy drive! “Actually, Molly, I wasn’t asking you out,” he lied.
“You were just curious about my plans for Saturday?” She looked at her watch again and placed her hands on her hips.
“No. I asked because I know your family participates in many charity events throughout the year and the holidays especially, so I thought I’d try to recruit your help for a toy drive on Saturday.” He was pleased he’d thought of it . Thank you, Josh .
“Oh…” She paused. “Well, my father’s contributions are usually just monetary…”
He could hear disdain in her tone. “That’s why I thought maybe you’d enjoy getting a little more involved…hands on. It’s for my nephew, Josh.”
She hesitated a moment longer, but he knew he had her. He suspected she’d do anything in direct contrast to her father’s way of doing things.
“Sure. Why not?” She smiled and waved to a familiar couple leaving the café.
“Great. I’ll pick you up—”
“No, that’s okay. I’ll meet you there. Where’s the meeting place?”
Wow, she was stubborn. At least he’d make sure to spend the day with her by teaming them together for the toy pick up. “Okay, Miss Independent. It’s at the St.
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