brownstone, the curtains and blinds that lined the oversized windows.
This couldn’t be the place. Maybe he’d gotten the address wrong. But he was pretty sure he hadn’t. This was a shelter? His vision of a shelter was nothing like what was in front of him. Probably just a front, he concluded. They couldn’t very well have an eyesore in the center of this middle-class neighborhood. He was certain the inside would meet his expectations.
He shut off the car, took his portfolio from the passenger seat and got out.
By the time Dione reached the main floor, she spotted Garrett through the glass-and-oak door, and was once again seized with a gentle wave of caressing heat, her earlier frustration soothed and massaged away.
She took a breath and unlocked the door, putting on her best, happy-to-see-you smile.
“Right on time,” she greeted, stepping aside to let him pass. She caught a whiff of his cologne.
“That’s just one of my many attributes.” He gave her that dimpled smile and tugged off his Chicago Bulls baseball cap.
For a moment their gazes connected and Dione had the strangest feeling that he wasn’t talking about his filming talents.
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