“I love you too, Ryker Cage. Oh, and before I forget…Thank you for not making me a statistic.”
“You are a statistic.” He chuckled. “We’re going to be one of those couples that live happily ever after.”
“That makes us a fairytale,” she corrected.
“Well, you are my princess,” he said. “Now get your ass down here. We have a room full of guests waiting to watch me make an honest woman out of you.”
“Don’t you mean watch me make an honest man out of you?”
“Now who’s dreaming?” He chuckled.
“Ten,” she said as she sauntered across the room and grabbed her bouquet.
“Ten what?”
“Ten minutes is the amount of time it’s going to take before I kiss your lips. Ten minutes and you’re going to be mine.”
“Time starts now.”
I hope you enjoyed Harper’s story. Keep reading for a sneak peek at Grace’s journey in PsychicGames.
Grace bouncedher crossed leg as she flipped impatiently through a magazine in the dating agency office. Why was she here? As a favor of course. Why else would anyone wait thirty minutes beyond an appointment time just to be matched with some losers? She had a job she loved, a family that loved her back, and she could get any man she set her mind on. She needed a dating agency service much like she needed to rub honey all over her body and stand atop an anthill. Neither promised a good time. And yet, here she sat with a room full of women looking for love. They’d have better chances by calling Linked Inc. At least the psychics that worked for her would be more accurate.Maybe she should leave some business cards near the magazines.
The clock ticking on the wall grated on her nerves and taunted the precious time she’d never get back. The unease in the room was thick and choking. The only person speaking was the receptionist on a personal call. Unprofessional, check, check. And this company claimed to have a ninety-eight percent success rate in the first match. What a load of…
The door across the room opened, cutting off Grace’s thought. A woman in her sixties wearing a polyester suit and her hair up in a tight bun gave Grace a pinched smile. “Ms. Thornton?”
Finally. Grace tossed the magazine aside and grabbed her purse. If she’d been forced to wait another ten minutes she’d have to go back to her best friend, Chloe, without any answers. Grace followed behind the lady while fighting the nerves in her stomach from flipping. She could do this. She was undercover. A female version of James Bond. Maybe she should have brought her Tazer. That might have made the wait more entertaining.
The woman stopped and gestured to an office. “If you’ll take a seat, Mr. Stone will be in shortly. He’s just finishing up his meeting.”
Grace walked into the room and turned to thank the lady to find that thedoor was already closed and the woman had vanished ninja-style, leaving Grace alone in the big corner office. If that woman worked for Grace, she’d buy her a pair of squeaky shoes and a bell for Christmas and probably be reported to HR for targeting seniors.
Expensive cologne teased her nose. The dark cherry wood and leather furnishings made the room feel like her father’s home office. She should have sat as she’d been instructed. She never did follow instructions.
Grace walked around the room, running her finger over the polished bookshelf. Not a dust speck in sight. She moved to the pictures on the wall. Several diplomas and awards were displayed for the infamous Sam Stone. The guy was book smart to her street smart. They were going to get along like peanut butter and spinach.
She walked to the desk. Neat and tidy. Nothing for her to even snoop through. This guy was boring, but the view was fantastic. Grace stood in front of the window and glanced over at Linked Inc.’s building. Her office sat directly facing his. Her blinds were open; the room was dark. This would be the perfect place to spy on her sisters. If she still did that kind of thing.
“Do you like the view?”
She swiveled around to find tall, dark, and yummy in a black Armani suit standing in the room. The enemy. A smile split her lips as she let her gaze travel down his body and back up, making him feel as ridiculous as she did for even agreeing to this cockamamie scheme. “I do now.”
His lip twitched as he closed the door behind him. “One of the Thornton five. I never thought I’d see the day.”
Ohh. He’d heard of her. Score one point for him. She was totally keeping tally.
“I see you’ve done your research, Mr. Stone.”
“I like to know my neighbors.”
“Tell me, what else do you know?” she asked, moving back around the desk to sit in one of the chairs, crossing her legs seductively. A total Sharon Stone move. His gaze followed the movement. So he wasn’t gay like Chloe had heard through the grape vine. Score one for Grace. She could work with that.
“I take my job seriously, Ms. Thornton, and I must admit you checked all the right boxes on the application, although you’ll have to forgive me for not taking you at your word. Successful, beautiful, you’re not in a relationship, and you’re a medium. I think that sums it up.”
“Sharp-tongued, smartass, hates animals. Which part bothers you most?”
“We aren’t here to discuss me.” He cleared his throat and took his seat. He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight, and steepled his fingers. His gaze never left hers. The move was one she’d expect from a principal or therapist. If her principal had been as good looking as this enemy, she might have skipped more and been one of the perpetual problem kids. She wouldn’t have minded sitting in his office all day. “What I’d like to know is, why are you here?”
