Before his grandmother finishes our introductions, Grant has my hand in his and places a small kiss on the top. I don't know if I've ever been hand kissed before and I tense as his lips land on me.
"You work with that snake Walters? It can't be."
Over time our small group moves to the side as the Moores continue to greet guests and the room fills up with invitees. The noise level is higher, but Grant's comment is heard by that exact snake of a boss who goes rigid at my back, knocking me forward a bit. By the increase of his smirk, Grant is more than happy his insult made it to his intended target. Does no one like the bull terrier?
"I moved to the area earlier this week from our New York branch."
"So soon I can start directing my questions to you?" Grant looks hopeful at the prospect,
