It was Grant—it had to be.
“Although I think I can answer the question of if I’m coming today,” I heard Grant chuckle.
I turned slowly and saw Grant’s smile, eyes full of mischief.
I whipped my head back around to Jane. “Why didn’t you tell me he was there?” I whisper-yelled.
She shrugged. “I didn’t see him. If you would have just hurried and told me the story, this wouldn’t have happened.” She peeked over my shoulder. “I see what you mean by the Greek god thing. Wait…” She peeked over my shoulder. “Is that the same guy from before? The one I said you should ask out.” She whispered, not quit enough.
“Jane!”
This was not happening.
I steeled my shoulders and took a deep breath before I turned around, looking anywhere but Grant’s face. “Oh hey, Grant.” My voice was too high. I cleared my throat and fanned my heated face. “I, um, I didn’t know you were here.”
“Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt your conversation.” I glanced at his face. He didn’t look sorry with that grin.
“Oh I bet.” I wiped my clammy hands on my jeans. He looked different today, and I was happy to report he looked just as yummy in jeans, black jacket over his arm, and a fitted t-shirt. The button ups were nice, but this way was easier to check out his arms.
Yep, he totally worked out.
Jane banged something against the desk behind me.
Oh geez! I was totally staring at his arms! Maybe he hadn’t noticed? I glanced up to him, with his dark eyes and happy grin.
Yep. He definitely saw me checking out his arms.
Nailed it. I took a steadying breath. Focus!
“Um, I looked through the film reels this morning, and I don’t have any Cary Grant tins.” I glanced around the store and suddenly didn’t know where to put my hands.
Grant nodded.
“Do you see anything else you like though?”
Grant’s gaze fixed on me and he smiled. “Maybe.” His low voice sent shivers down my spine.
Jane snorted behind me.
“No, that’s not what I meant.” I felt my skin heat, let out a tight breath, and gestured around the store. “I mean in the store.”
He grinned. “Maybe I can look through the film reels you do have?”
“Right. Yep. I’ll show you. It’s over here.” I turned to walk around the counter and met Jane’s eyes. “Oh my gosh!” I mouthed with horror on my features. Then to Grant, “They are right over here.” I walked to the front of the store that held the media section. I opened the drawer for Grant to look through. “I can call around to some auctions if you want. Did you know Cary Grant’s real name is Archibald Leach?”
I was definitely rambling. I pursed my mouth to close.
He grinned. “I guess I should be grateful my parents didn’t choose Archibald over Grant.”
I snorted. “True.”
His eyes scanned around the vintage store. “This place is pretty cool. I didn’t really look around last time.”
“Thanks. It’s not mine. Not yet anyway.” I shrugged. “I’ve worked here the last four years, and I love it.”
He stopped studying his surroundings and started studying me.
“Before I make a fool of myself, you’re not dating anyone, right?” Grant fidgeted with the arm sleeve of his jacket.
