“Well, Sam, you do look great tonight.” She stopped hearing the familiar voice, not sure whether she was happy or not to feel Joel’s eyes focused on her backside.
She turned around and stared him down, trying to decide what she felt, if anything. So far, there was no significant flutter in her body to indicate any leftover feelings for the man.
“Thank you,” she gushed pleasantly. “You look pretty good yourself.”
“I don’t wear black-tie often, but I do it right when I do,” he snickered.
“I’ll agree with that. And you’re daddy’s favorite boy, I hear.”
“Boy?”
She wasn’t trying to be deliberately offensive, the term just slipped out.
“Actually, I’m leaving Brinkman Inc. at the end of the month.”
“Really, why?”
“My purpose there really ended six months ago when you left. I helped the s
