would have said didnât exist if it werenât for the single exception of Mac and his family. But marriage and emotional closeness were things he would never know and he didnât want to try to capture it with another attempt at a relationshipâan attempt he knew would be doomed to failure from the beginning.
He extended what he hoped would be a confident smile. âI was an only child, born and raised in Seattle. My parents both live in the Seattle area, my mother in Bellevue and my father on Mercer Island. I think that about covers it.â
âThatâs certainly succinct and to the point.â She returned his smile, letting him know she was not offended by his brief and evasive answer to her question even though she found it puzzling.
Lunch continued in a more comfortable vein. After the initial time of finding out a little about each other, the conversation turned to more casual topics and a surprisingly fun-filled two hours with lots of laughs. Each relaxed and enjoyed the beautiful day. Following lunch, they walked back to the offices.
âYou know, Mac is going to be tied up for several days. My time is a lot more flexible than his right now so Iâll be happy to show you aroundââ his gaze locked with hers for an intense moment, sending a heated wave of desire through his body ââif you donât mind the last-minute tour guide substitution.â
âNoâ¦â A sizzling second of eye contact told her more than she wanted to know about the sexual magnetism of Tyler Farrell. A little shiver of trepidation tried to work its way to the forefront. âI donât mind at all.â
âDo you have plans for this evening?â The tightness returned, like a band pulling across his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe. âI could pick you up at Macâs house at seven oâclock.â
âThat will be perfect.â
Ty watched as she got in her car and drove away. He took a deep breath and held it for a moment. He slowly exhaled as he entered the building, crossed the lobby and walked down the hallway, but it did nothing to calm his inner turmoil. Angie Coleman had made a definite impact on his senses and he wasnât sure what to do about it.
He paused at Macâs office, leaning casually against the door frame. âIâm back from lunch.â
Mac looked up from his work, glancing over Tyâs shoulder. âWhereâs Angie?â
âShe left. I suppose she went back to your house.â
âThanks for filling in for me and taking her to lunch.â
âDonât worry about it, Mac.â Ty flashed his patented smile. âIt was certainly my pleasure.â
âIâll have to make it up to her tonight. Maybe take her out to dinner or something.â Mac glanced at the clock on his desk. âIf I can get out of here at a decent hour.â
âNo need for you to quit earlier than you want to just so you can rush home to an empty house. Iâm taking Angie out tonight.â He cocked his head and tried to suppress his grin. âYou knowâ¦pizza and a movie, just like you suggested.â
Ty noted the cautionary look on Macâs face, but didnât want to start a conversation about it. He didnât want his business partner asking what his intentions were toward Angie. He didnât want to think about what his intentions were, to define the disjointed feelings andsensations that had been floating around inside him from the moment he had seen Angelina Coleman framed in the office door.
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Angie checked the clock. She still had about an hour before Ty would be picking her up. She had spent the afternoon working on her resume. When Mac had told her he was busy and wouldnât be able to take her to lunch, she had been disappointed. She wanted the opportunity to spend some one-on-one time with him, dig into the operational procedures of the company, create a viable niche for