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out his brother’s nameplate, and ran his forefinger over the name LEE BARRETT engraved into the brass.
“Were you and your brother named after Generals Lee and Grant?” she asked.
“We were.” He sighed, his chest deflating. “It wasn’t so bad for us. My youngest brother, McClellan, got the worst of it. We nicknamed him Mac out of pity. My father is a Civil War buff.”
His gaze lifted from the nameplate to study her face. Heat rose into her cheeks at the scrutiny, but she didn’t look away. Grant’s directness was both refreshing and disconcerting.
“Oh, excuse me.” A masculine voice startled Ellie.
She whirled. The other associate, Frank Menendez, stood in the doorway. The box in his arms made it painfully clear he was moving into Lee’s office.
Ellie recovered her composure. Damn Frank. The seat of Lee’s chair had barely cooled.
Lured from a law partnership in Albany, Frank had been with the firm for less than a year. He had been Lee’s competition for the partnership. Hired by Roger Peyton Sr., Frank played for the opposing team. Ellie tried not to hold it against him. The family rift affected most of the firm’s employees. It was nearly impossible to avoid being claimed by one side or the other.
She motioned between them. “Major Grant Barrett. Frank Menendez.”
Frank set his box down on the credenza behind the desk. “Sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you.” Grant shook his hand. From the sad drift of his gaze, he was aware that Frank was moving into his brother’s office.
Frank shifted his weight in the awkward moment of silence that followed. He nodded to the stack of files on the credenza. “I’ll bring these out to you, Ellie.”
“All right.” Suspicion bloomed in Ellie’s mind. Frank wasn’t ordinarily helpful. What was he up to?
“I need to get going.” Grant picked up the boxes.
“I’ll show you out.” She escorted him to the lobby without any more conversation. She pushed the front door and went onto the porch to hold it open for him. “I’m sorry about Frank.”
“Nothing to be sorry about.” The stoic gaze he turned on her made her eyes tear. “Thank you for everything.”
Damn.
“Good-bye.” She shivered, the cold blowing right through her thin silk blouse.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he said.
“It’s just the wind.” She blinked the mistiness from her eyes.
He leaned closer. Ellie caught a whiff of a mild aftershave, a woodsy scent that reminded her of warm spring days. His leather jacket was open. The V neck exposed the masculine column of his throat. What would that solid body feel like under her palms?
“I’d like to talk to you later. I have a few questions.” His gaze darted back through the doorway to the law firm lobby, and Ellie knew that his questions would be about the missing case files and Frank Menendez, and that she wouldn’t be able to answer them.
Grant Barrett, and his soldiering-on-through-his-grief fortitude, awakened emotions inside her: respect, empathy, and an inexplicable desire to rest her head on his chest while he wrapped those strong arms around her. What would it feel like to have someone to share life’s burdens? None of which would excuse talking about the firm’s private business. She was contractually bound to maintain client confidentiality. She needed this job, and he was only here temporarily. She had no future with a man who would leave her. Been there, done that.
But none of those reasons stopped her lips from blabbing, “All right.”
It was a good opportunity to see if the Hamilton file was in Lee’s home office, as Roger had requested. Ha. Like that was why she’d agreed. Mentally, she rolled her eyes at her own ridiculousness. But while she was in Lee’s house, lusting over his brother, she would keep her eyes open for the Hamilton file. The children would be home then, and Ellie needed to see how they were faring, especially Carson. She could still picture the utter despair in
“Were you and your brother named after Generals Lee and Grant?” she asked.
“We were.” He sighed, his chest deflating. “It wasn’t so bad for us. My youngest brother, McClellan, got the worst of it. We nicknamed him Mac out of pity. My father is a Civil War buff.”
His gaze lifted from the nameplate to study her face. Heat rose into her cheeks at the scrutiny, but she didn’t look away. Grant’s directness was both refreshing and disconcerting.
“Oh, excuse me.” A masculine voice startled Ellie.
She whirled. The other associate, Frank Menendez, stood in the doorway. The box in his arms made it painfully clear he was moving into Lee’s office.
Ellie recovered her composure. Damn Frank. The seat of Lee’s chair had barely cooled.
Lured from a law partnership in Albany, Frank had been with the firm for less than a year. He had been Lee’s competition for the partnership. Hired by Roger Peyton Sr., Frank played for the opposing team. Ellie tried not to hold it against him. The family rift affected most of the firm’s employees. It was nearly impossible to avoid being claimed by one side or the other.
She motioned between them. “Major Grant Barrett. Frank Menendez.”
Frank set his box down on the credenza behind the desk. “Sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you.” Grant shook his hand. From the sad drift of his gaze, he was aware that Frank was moving into his brother’s office.
Frank shifted his weight in the awkward moment of silence that followed. He nodded to the stack of files on the credenza. “I’ll bring these out to you, Ellie.”
“All right.” Suspicion bloomed in Ellie’s mind. Frank wasn’t ordinarily helpful. What was he up to?
“I need to get going.” Grant picked up the boxes.
“I’ll show you out.” She escorted him to the lobby without any more conversation. She pushed the front door and went onto the porch to hold it open for him. “I’m sorry about Frank.”
“Nothing to be sorry about.” The stoic gaze he turned on her made her eyes tear. “Thank you for everything.”
Damn.
“Good-bye.” She shivered, the cold blowing right through her thin silk blouse.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he said.
“It’s just the wind.” She blinked the mistiness from her eyes.
He leaned closer. Ellie caught a whiff of a mild aftershave, a woodsy scent that reminded her of warm spring days. His leather jacket was open. The V neck exposed the masculine column of his throat. What would that solid body feel like under her palms?
“I’d like to talk to you later. I have a few questions.” His gaze darted back through the doorway to the law firm lobby, and Ellie knew that his questions would be about the missing case files and Frank Menendez, and that she wouldn’t be able to answer them.
Grant Barrett, and his soldiering-on-through-his-grief fortitude, awakened emotions inside her: respect, empathy, and an inexplicable desire to rest her head on his chest while he wrapped those strong arms around her. What would it feel like to have someone to share life’s burdens? None of which would excuse talking about the firm’s private business. She was contractually bound to maintain client confidentiality. She needed this job, and he was only here temporarily. She had no future with a man who would leave her. Been there, done that.
But none of those reasons stopped her lips from blabbing, “All right.”
It was a good opportunity to see if the Hamilton file was in Lee’s home office, as Roger had requested. Ha. Like that was why she’d agreed. Mentally, she rolled her eyes at her own ridiculousness. But while she was in Lee’s house, lusting over his brother, she would keep her eyes open for the Hamilton file. The children would be home then, and Ellie needed to see how they were faring, especially Carson. She could still picture the utter despair in
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