disagreement with Wes put her behind schedule, and the awful downpour of rain still battered the streets. So instead of going to her hotel, she put the realtor’s address into the GPS. Several minutes later she parked her vehicle and took a minute to relax while she plotted her next move. She needed to get inside without drenching herself from head to toe. If only she’d planned for the possibility of rain. Who went to Seattle and didn’t bring anything to prevent the rain from soaking them to the skin? Clearly her sleep-deprived mind didn’t function well since she’d forgotten such an important accessory as an umbrella. She gathered everything she needed and prepared to run as fast as possible in four-inch stilettos. She damn near skipped toward the office door as it opened to allow her inside. “Quite the storm we are getting today.” A cultured voice filled her ears, and she looked up to see a male with black curly hair and chocolate-brown eyes smile down at her. Dimples formed at the corners of his mouth, giving him a charming exterior. She found him incredibly sexy and a nice change after Wes’s rude attitude. “Yeah, it sure is. Not something I was expecting either.” “I can tell with your lack of umbrella.” His dimples popped back out as he smiled. “Thanks for getting the door for me.” Lame response, but she lacked anything else to say. His male beauty stunned her into stupidity. “It’s always my pleasure to help a beautiful woman. I’m Miguel Santiago.” “Vitoria Miene.” She held her hand out to shake his. Instead he pulled it up to his lips and kissed it. A small shiver traveled down her spine at the gesture. “What are you doing in Seattle, Mrs. Miene?” “It’s just Miss. I’m not married. I’m hoping to relocate here from New York. Are you a real-estate agent, Mr. Santiago?” “No, not at all. I do have several holdings, but I am a developer, not an agent. I’m leaving a meeting with my agent, Miss Dearborn.” “Funny you should mention her name. I am actually supposed to meet with her in fifteen minutes to look over some possible office space. It’s been nice meeting you, Mr. Santiago, but I’m afraid I must run.” “Miguel.” “What?” Tori stopped in her tracks, baffled. “Please call me Miguel. I hate being so formal with such a lovely woman as yourself. Perhaps I can talk you into having dinner with me this evening?” Smoothness, this man oozed it out and recycled it for future use. “Oh, I don’t know. I have quite a bit to do. I’ll have to take a rain check.” She waved her hands outside. “No pun intended.” Miguel chuckled. “I will hold you to it.” “I’m sure you will.” Tori flashed him her most gamine smile. “Until we meet again.” Miguel nodded at her and exited the building with an open umbrella raised to the sky. The things she learned and the people she met when she least expected it. He certainly dripped charm and charisma. Maybe she should have taken him up on his offer of dinner. She could use a good meal with a handsome man. Sadly, she had way too much to do before she could enjoy such things. Like finding a new office and a place to live. Those took precedence over drool-worthy and lickable men. Tori watched him stroll down the sidewalk until his black suit was no longer visible from the office window. She turned her attention back to the task at hand and went to check in with the receptionist. “I’m here to meet with Miss Dearborn. I’m Vitoria Miene.” “I’ll let her know you are here.” The perky redhead got up and bounced over to Miss Dearborn’s office. After delivering her news, she sat back down and typed at her computer, not glancing up once, even when Miss Dearborn finally exited her office to retrieve Tori for their meeting. “Miss Miene?” she asked. “Yes. That’s me.” “If you follow me to my office, we can get started.” Vitoria got up and trailed after her. She entered a