She studied him thoughtfully, distantly. “I’m afraid we don’t have a lot of variety. Just bottled water and maybe a soft drink or two, but I’m happy to check.”
Was that a return of his serve or—it was his turn to blink, trying to connect the proper dots. Rutabagas to drinks? She was not what he’d expected, despite keeping his expectations low. Not that he was disappointed. He was not entirely sure what he was. Nothing felt familiar, a novel sensation that he hoped never to encounter again.
“I’m fine.” He wasn’t, exactly, but he would be. Ordinary women were not on his radar, but she was a woman. The management of an ordinary one couldn’t be that different.
“Right then, let me pull up your uncle’s file.” She crossed to the chair tucked in behind a small, but well-crafted desk and sat. “P
