lip and frantically started texting someone on her phone.
Grace thought it was probable that the woman had plans she needed to delay now that Landers had her working overtime. She also thought he might’ve been giving her a little payback for scheduling his last meeting so late in the day.
Landers stopped to say something to Owen and then swept out of the office.
“Ready?” Owen asked Grace.
“Ready.”
“Good night, Nina,” Owen called without glancing back at her.
The woman mumbled something about wearing a condom and hoping Ben Gay wasn’t a turn off. Grace just threw her head back and laughed. She was, after all, the one going on a date with the hot real estate agent while Nina would be spending her evening shopping for ink and staples.
Chapter Eight
“Should we take one car?” Owen asked as they stood between their two vehicles in the parking lot.
“It’s probably easier if—” Grace’s phone buzzed, cutting her off. “Hold on one sec.” She glanced at the screen and frowned when she saw it was Kevin Landers. “Hey, Boss,” she said into the phone. “What did you forget?”
“Nothing. Since I’m the agent of record on the listing, I just got a call that a client wants to see the Victorian on Seaside Drive tonight. She’ll be there with her agent in a half hour. I figured you’d want to know in case you want to get over there and make sure the house doesn’t run them off.”
“I’m on it.” After she ended the call, she gave Owen an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry. I have to go show one of my houses. Can I get a raincheck on dinner?”
“Which house?” he asked, pursing his lips as if he were contemplating something.
“The Victorian on Seaside,” she said as she moved around to the driver’s side of her SUV. “Why?”
“Mind if I tag along? I haven’t seen it yet. It would be nice to have a reference in case any of my clients might be interested in it.” He leaned against his BMW and smiled at her. “Plus, after you’re done, we could still grab dinner.”
Grace chuckled, knowing he could’ve stopped by that house at any time. There was a lockbox, and since it was represented by Landers Realty, there was no need for her to be there. “Are you that desperate for a date?” she asked playfully.
“Not desperate, but if you think I’m stupid enough to pass up an evening with a woman as sexy as you, then maybe you aren’t quite as bright as I thought you were.” He winked at her, making her insides turn to goo.
Why was she reacting so strongly to his cheesy flirting? Probably because you haven’t been properly laid in a couple of years, her inner voice whispered. And there was no arguing with that logic. While she’d skipped the Brazilian, she certainly had trimmed and shaved and moisturized her entire body. If there was ever a night when she was ready to throw herself at someone, this was it. Her body started to tingle just thinking about it. When she spoke again, her voice came out in a husky whisper. “Yeah, sure.”
His dark eyes flashed with pure desire. But as soon as he blinked it was gone, leaving only curiosity. “How do you want to do this? One car or two?”
“I live near the property, so let’s take two. That way if we still have time for dinner afterward, we can drop mine off and go together. Does that work?”
His lips curved into a sexy half smile. “Sounds perfect.”
Grace climbed into her SUV and immediately cranked the AC. Was it hot in there, or was Owen going to make her spontaneously combust? Probably both. She turned all the vents she could reach so that they were pointed right at her and let out a sigh of relief. Considering the beach town was usually in the high sixties or low seventies in the summer, she should not be sweating this much. But she was learning hormones didn’t just torture teenagers. How long had her doctor said this next level of hell would last? Years. She’d said the possibility was years. Dammit.
Someone tapped their horn, jerking her out of her pity party. She glanced over to see Owen lifting his hands in the air, obviously asking what was up. Grace waved a hand and pointed at the road, trying to convey that she was ready. Then, without waiting for him to respond, she backed out of the space and headed across town… again.
Owen