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her! Your brother is!”
              “Rick? How does
he know her?”
              Chase counted
to ten in his head before replying. He slowly placed his palms on the
conference table. “He met her briefly and has been looking for her. Now, is she
married?”
              Blake sat and
frowned. “Look, I don’t think it’d be a good idea for Rick to meet her. Hell,
Chase, you know how he is. He beds women and half the time he doesn’t remember
their names. Grace was recently dumped by her boyfriend of four years! She’s
not ready for someone like Rick. Plus, I work with this woman. I like her! She’s become a good friend and I don’t want to see her get hurt
again.”
              Chase took a
steadying breath. Blake was sucking all the patience out of him. “So, not
married then. What about a boyfriend?”
              Blake’s lips
thinned and he crossed his arms over his chest.
              “Fuck it!”
Chase snapped and pulled out his cell phone.
     
    *        *        *
     
              Rick stood with
his hands in his pockets looking at the skaters on the ice. “Look, Victor, I’d
love to keep the clinic going but I’ve got to start training soon for the new
season.”
              “Ricochet, I’m
just saying, it’s too bad it has to end. You know, you’ve made quite an
impression on those kids,” Victor stated.
              Rick blushed,
“They made an impression on me, too.” He felt a vibration in his pocket and
pulled out his cell phone. “O’Shea!”
              “I found her!”
Chase giggled.
              Rick stuck his
forefinger in his ear to hear better. “What?”
              “Did I stutter?
I said I found her!”
              Rick walked
towards the exit. “You found her ?”
              “Yep! Now, how
fast can you get your ass to Blake’s office?”
     
    *        *        *
     
              Olga Cabot
fidgeted in the stiff chair in Grace’s office. “Really, it’s only two blocks
from here. I’ll gladly pay for cab fare!”
              “Usually, Ms.
Cabot, a consultation is just that. You, as the client, tell me how you’d like
for your home to be decorated and I come up with sketches and call you within a
week. Since you’ve provided photographs I already have a feel for what you’re
looking for.”
              Olga lifted her
chin. “I’ll just take my business elsewhere!”
              Grace really
wanted to tell her what she could do with her business, but refrained. Eating
was more important. She gritted her teeth and smiled sweetly. “Let me just tell
my partner that I’ll be gone for a bit.”
              When she opened
the door to her office she was surprised that Mr. Storm was still in the
meeting room with Blake. As she moved closer she noticed that both men looked
irate. She knocked gently on the glass door before opening it.
              “Is everything
okay?”
              Chase pasted a
smooth grin on his face. “Fine. Blake and I are just having a minor
disagreement.”
              Blake snorted.
“I’ll say.”
              “Is this about
Bewitching Designs working with you?” she asked softly.
              “No, not at
all,” Chase assured.
              Her right
eyebrow lifted, unsure. “I have to leave the office for a bit,” she shrugged,
motioning behind her. “Ms. Cabot wants me to see her loft before I sketch
ideas.”
              Chase ran a
hand through his now unruly hair. “Will you be back soon?”
              “I believe so.
Is there something else you’d like to discuss?”
              Chase’s eyes
darted to Blake. “Yes, I actually have some ideas that I’d like to pass by
you.”
              “Oh. Very well.
I should be back within the hour.”
              She